Three elders

Stretching and straining
To hold it all in
The seams are coming undone
And all that lingers still
Within me is considering mutany
Three elders watch silently
As the expanding fear
Pushes against my fillings-
And while I know the future,
Not yet visible,
Is of no concern for me-
The tightening of my chest
And the pulling of my seams
Is uncomfortable yet-
Grandfathers show me another way!
Still the silence and speak!
I am listening for your clarity,
I am drowning beneath my own
Uncertainty and doubt-
Tokens from dreams line my pockets
And my heart begs for release
From these times
Truth be told- this journey is one of hope
But not for me

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