a poem
what do you really want?
he asked me
and I told him
I want to be free
he knew what I meant
and we never spoke
of this again
many times
I thought he forgot
abandoned me
but that’s his way
in his aloofness
he teaches
in his harshness
he cuts through the ego
and lets me find the way
myself
alone
and so I wandered
and got lost
stumbled
and fell
consumed by emotions
overcome with fears
it took years
upon lifetimes
worlds upon worlds
realities upon dimensions
I cried tears of blood
and venom
and vomit
I had doubts
confused by the games
saying one thing
then another
wrapping me in confusion
