The Ego & Exodus

Just a snippet.

Breathing,

fully alive and functioning.

Holding,

something in my palm.

It pulses.

 

Funny little irregular heartbeat.

thum-thum--------thum----thum

 

Gentle against it's restraints,

it stirs,

tucked beneath

my folded fingers.

 

It startles me,

and I think,

' I really should get over myself.'

 

It agrees.

 

It coaxes me,

without syllables for sound,

and devoid of any mouth.

 

Funny little thing it is.

 

It wants to speak,

so I begin to feed it

words

on a regular basis.

Exodus: a journey by a group to escape from a hostile environment.

It tells me,

"You're too restless."

Full of defiant pride

I simply respond,

"I'm doing fine."

 

I'll put my hands to good use,

I'd like to do something constructive,

if you don't mind the company.

 

Staging an exodus,

but I don't know if I should

bring this heartbeat with me.

The End

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