Prose – Mortal Essence


– Mortal Essence –

The days when I feel the most free
can be the hardest to break away
from my most sacred responsibilities.
My sense of balance yet eludes me,
and I withdraw from life again.

Where once was hope and light,
now my place in these richer fields
affords only a starker viewpoint
to a rougher past that I am still
not so very far grown from.

I cannot let myself stay too long.
I cannot let myself get too comfortable.
I can never take the risk of allowing
that human warmth as my distraction
from the focus of this mortal essence.