Journey

Let me go!
I need to breathe,
shed my skin,
lick my wounds,
look within.

I look around.
My senses reel,
hiding from sight,
crotching low,
waiting to heal.

Crawling restlessly,
through thick thick mud,
my sins overwhelm me;
my endless journey
poisoning my blood.

Upon this earth
we’ve been thrown to dwell,
by a mystical will,
out reaching our helpless journey
through fires of our individual hell.

No signs of truce,
as we subside to pain,
worthless battle,
lost before we begin;
our sins repeating again and again.

A soak of our skin
across life’s ocean,
endlessly wandering
the trail of sorrow,
as our samsara will never end.