Between the Elements
I found out what I can be without it and become with it. The heavy amount of steel that is constantly hung above my head and across my shoulders. The wilting eye above my own judgement strays in all directions but mine. If only I could move the hoisted steel away from myself could I find the soft textures withing it. Have the rusted ends scraped away and mold it to my liking. Who am I but to make my movement to grasp it but then only to let it go? My palms are drenched in sweat and I lose hold of the heavy metal. I am only to let it linger with the wind until the might of stars remove it from my path. Behold the goblet; not of gold, but of crystal. As once said, but not in the same words of wisdom spoken, "the crystal goblet is more knowledgeable and valuable than that of gold". But to come across one of crystal is to be struck by the thundering clouds. It is as that of a blade of grass to which I find myself in neither of those powerful words; between love and hate. Seemingly enough, not even the softest of sunlight can break the cast curse I carry. Where angels and demons strife through an endless siege, I watch.