Edifice

i tear at the structure

splitting fibers

for the mirror

the upward climb

against age and grind

it was my kind

who slammed rivets in

to earth skin

barefoot on the girders

of a younger time

.

and still i do not know

the serpentine flow

that heals my aching spine

your touch on the blade

cold steel man-made

and i give way

to the seeping flutter

along the blood gutter

of my resistance

in my yearning cry

for sustenance

i let you in

for i am the sapling

that bends to the inner wind

.

What does it feel like to have nothing left to prove to your “self”?

©M.G. Iannucci 2018

Art by Antonio Mora

10 thoughts on “Edifice

  1. Great idea and photo dear Maria 🙂
    ..then self is no longer self in the the sense of ego or I, but Self that belongs to Him – I call this detachment of everything that binds us with attention to wishes, feeding our ego and mind…
    Also greatly written, dear Maria 🙂
    From heart to heart
    Didi

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