Nearer

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I pulled my hair back

a grey elastic band imprisoning all

except the unruly bangs,

untamed.

It's got me.

Captivated since childhood and unable to look away.

It the epitome of strength.

I'm scraping these thoughts while surrounded by a room full of keys.

My vehicle broken, unwilling to travel.

I wonder if there is more to this event.

Have I halted, become stuck, with faulty keys that refuse to open.

Locksmith knights work their magic while I attempt

to dig out mine.

All things are connected and all are spiritual he tells me.

So I searched for the meanings

in the pause.

I vowed to travel deep.

I looked into the yellow eyes, placed my hands on his face and I asked questions.

It wasn't like me to ask

but to run

as if being chased by the enemy.

"There is meaning here."

I hear him roar and so I breathed deep

and moved in closer

Nearer to the untamed

Nearer to the beast

Nearer to the keys

and I see...

meaning and movement.

(Linking up with Imperfect Prose)