I am carrying a burden that I cannot touch, smell, taste, see, nor hear.
It is with me at all times, day and night, and in between.
Sometimes I feel trapped, and only then I feel safe.
Moments and illusions of freedom are dangerous to my ego.
Suppression turns into suspension.
Which prevents actions from all that is hidden.
Carrying tons of baggage becomes slightly easier by the thousandth time.
Attempts from angels to help with the pain prove useless.
Desire is not enough... love may triumph, but only with courage.
Without this cocoon, I would lose myself.
If I let go I would be like the air that brushes the petals of a rose...
If I let go I would be like the sunlight rays that nurture life...
If I let go I would be like the vibrations of sound...
Until the day that I am ready to let go, I will be my universal self...
Meanwhile I will continue to carry my invisible shell...
