Through Toils (revised)

[David_Kaine]

I looked into the world within.                    
I scoured and searched landscapes,
walked over worn out paths
and picked at over healed scars.               This second 'over' seems unnecessary
I kicked at half built houses
and stirred up clouds of dust.
I poured out everything from my cup
and left myself worn and dry.
Was it the fires of anger
that burned these lands?
Did this world fall apart 
at the works of my own hands?        


Too many years I've toiled            is this the title?  Writing about writing is relatable, but perhaps there's more to this      
over pen and word and page.
Too many years I've wandered 
in the midst of middle age.             Middle age is hard to determine for me
Yet, I've never danced 
in a pouring rain.
Nor have I felt 
the tectonic shift of pain.    I like all the earth imagery, 


I've been stepped on,
overlooked,
tossed aside,
left with a hardening heart.        Hardened?
But to love like there's nothing else,
to burst wide open,
is a weight I've never held.                I dont understand the bursting weight 


I never fit into a box before,
so why would I want to now?  
Not rebellious. Not defiant.
But in a peaceful presence bound.   The box seems sudden, I cant tell what box you're being fit into.  I love the last line but I cant tell if the box is comforting or what even box it is.  I think overall you  dont need these last four lines, 'a weight ive never held' holds weight.

I hope this helps