Gift/Curse

Web of melancholy

catches those who think

to observe the finer-grained

seeming of now.

And then as the trapped

sees more and more

the pain of lived existence

the sharp searing cut

of reality in a

body with a

spirit seeking escape,

transcendence - up or down -

anywhere but here

But the struggle simply

enmeshes body and

heart more stickily

a securely

Could this be the gift

rather than the curse?