Recklessness

Recklessness

There's an inevitability to it.

This is what I do now -
sit and listen to my soul.

There's no one in the dark
holding a blade to my throat.
I don't need sharp objects
to puncture the underbelly
containing my being.

I'm already bleeding.
Can't you tell?

Life flows out of me,
right onto this page
and all over my work,
which no longer is
the thing I want to do,
but rather the very thing
my soul bids me to do.

I once thought
without words I am nothing.
Now I know absolutely
there aren't enough words,
not enough sounds,
to describe this life.

So why do I bother writing?
In such recklessness
I come alive.

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Why should we honour those that die upon the field of battle?
A man may show as reckless a courage
in entering into the abyss of himself.
~ William Butler Yeats