The personal belong

Email at work:
"Attention all staff members. 
Just a reminder to all staff to keep your personal belongs in a safe place.
This afternoon we experienced a theft of a Mobile Phone and a pair of sunglasses from a bag in one of the clinic rooms.
Please be aware that this could happen to you as well.
Thanks for your vigilance"

My thoughts:
"I don't know what a personal belong is.  Is it a person who belongs to me, with me, within me?
I shall be vigilant, I shall be on the lookout for this personal belong...."

Thinking

I feel the weight of my history and the equal pull to be true to myself.

I am thinking on it.

I watched as I swam in the darkening evening tonight
enveloped by my emotions, my contradictions, my decisions to be made
amidst the enveloping tangerine sky of the setting sun,
the turquoise sea, the stingrays swimming by
and the darkened ochre cliffs.

I swam into the dark; out to sea facing the horizon
and thought of the sparkling sunlight of
morning coffee.

I am thinking.

Masonry

The building of walls between people
is a mysterious process,
almost as if in the sleeping state
the ruptures of waking moments
commence the process.

the first stone is laid
and it continues until
the wall is so high the
individuals on either side can no longer see,
hear or touch each other.

Then the long eternal moment
of coexistence begins.
Crises that transit into silent pain,
suffering without blood being shed
and then
the separation with or without blood,
(blood being an optional extra that some choose
while others choose not)

Then the decision that "enough" means "finality"

Some choose hostility, vile hatred of the other
Blaming, finger jabbing, denying the other ever existed
ever was anyone that meant anything

Others transcend out of the chrysalis of hurt
to be reborn.
They bear terrible scars of this process
but at least
they are removed from a past reality.