Answered Cry

I adapt to shallow breathing beneath a heavy grey wool life. I go mad shuddering at the blood that drips like ice from the eaves of its shelter. The suffocation from the stagnicity is a metronome forcing my refused conformity.  In my troubled sleep I hear the human condition closing in on me.

I try to cover my ears from the torturous sounds of smeared emotionless voices inaudibly gossiping. Society's failure to the abandoned children crying in stale classrooms with their forced indoctrination ruins me. I close my eyes and can see the car whose tires are screeching at jackals crossing dark highways at night. My dry heart cracks at the pangs of a man crying at the deathbed of his lover. I wish away the diseased hypocrisy of fear being the hovering evil managing fate. I can see undernourished cats howling in fights with their neighbors, their sharp nails cut out their guts. And a lonesome tear falls in slow motion from my blood shot eye as destitute followers channel into a golden chapel for a fee, falling to their knees for a veiled destiny. The sadness of the human condition gathers around me closer and closer--it torments me.  

But then I hear your voice. The impending beasts that surround me freeze. You smile. Holes burn in the wool and the chance to breath is offered like clean water. Your eyes listen to me, and hope rises in me like a Phoenix. Sadness with its hunchback and dirty nails scatters away like a filthy rat. Light radiates from the corners of your eyes and the ice melts. I am resurrected, profoundly gasping as oxygen travels to the forgotten spots in my soul and it fills me up. My skin is moist, my face flushed, I feel strength expanding in my core. Flowers bloom from the warmth of our mutual understanding. And the animals gather to share in our purity. Your honesty nourishes my heart and my blood is transfused with peace. 

The white linens waving in the distance reflect the morning sun and I am home.