Trappings

Trappings

Forsaken, bound in chains
by fears and self-limitations,
funny how truth resides
only in what we choose to believe.

Searching the lost attainable,
available only to those few
with courage enough to seek it,
the Hunter becomes the hunted.

Take not lightly
the journey inward
for know not ye
what dwells within,
for whomever shall step forth
conquering darkness
shall find a mighty gift.

What is it the Hunter hunts?
Give to him his own soul?
Nay, give unto him the Universe.

And you and I,
try as we will, mustering courage
to escape trappings,
find the soul restless, pushing against skin
too taut for comfort these days.

2004 Giddebol