The Calling Poem by Mashe Others

The tighter I embrace it, the wilder it becomes.
I’m bleeding in this struggle
and everybody’s telling me to let go.
They tell me what my destiny is,
that which is all inviting.
And my life is dripping out my veins.
When they come to me and I close my eyes
half-wishing I was blind,
I’m only pretending not to see
Like a mother to a child.
The emptiness grows
when all I do is for some worldly gain.
Stripped off mercy from the waning moon,
lurking in my own shadow
with a life of its own.