Beyond I

Drawing by Spoon

Shakespeare said,

when sorrows come

they come not as single spies

but in battalions

The lion in me is roaring

this morning, alone

but feeling all the inhumanity

of prison

I am constantly embracing

sorrows and letting them go

inviting in sunshine and spring

inviting in sweet summer rains

But this year sorrows outnumber

the rain drops and keep coming

like run-away trains

I keep embracing the sorrows

and letting them go

hoping for the best

hoping for some rest

Space to keep dreaming

Space to keep being real

Time to keep healing

Time to keep being love

Beyond labels and names

I'll keep being

until I am beyond sorrows

and pain

until I am beyond heartache

and hate

until I am beyond I

The beast in me

at peace

a calm stream in a placid

valley

© Spoon Jackson