Hit me where no physical eye sees
And one must be attuned to feel.
Force as heavy as the habit you became
Too huge to comprehend
Whose emotions are these?
Is there such a thing as what I
Or just the weight of all experience
Suffocating me like black earth
Forcing me under
To stillness, not wonder
Trying to render
As all disease, when reconciled with earth
Gives birth anew to spring and beauty
Perhaps the weight which holds me
Will slowly, surely filter
Will calmly, gently alter
While I’m stuck and alone
As I doubt my very self
Atrophy to the old soul
I will become new.