THE WEDGE

It's fiction, Untruths, filtered down and through these lives.

I may not want to believe that this is even me,

I am included.

We all ARE to one degree or another.

Aware that we should be satisfied and fully complete with all that we have

and all that we are – yet there are ripples and tides underneath

the surface,

that pull us down, 

taint our every fibre,

fill our every moment with false hope.

Reaching out, NOT NEEDING, no – not needing.

WANTING.

And so, a wedge is created, small in the door.

A wedge nonetheless.

Impossible to destroy, having grown stronger for time:

A shorter span of perhaps three years

and a seemingly timeless connection of two decades.

The Wedge, like a web, spun anew in 5 months...

What are we to capture and hold onto?

What are we to devour? IF ABLE.

Aware of a venom, coursing slowly through our lives,

from a gentle bite.

Lingering slowly,

burning with a passion.

SATISFIED.

I AM.

AND I AM NOT.

                       WILL AND WILL NOT BE –

                                                                            TILL I HAVE HAD ALL.