The unmaking of me.
I am caught
In between being
Too much
And
Not enough
Of myself.
Learning.
Bending
But never breaking.
The unmaking of me.
I am caught
In between being
Too much
And
Not enough
Of myself.
Learning.
Bending
But never breaking.
Seduce.
You lure and entice.
A poet’s seduction.
A maker of sighs and smiles.
Words of reality woven
Into the ink of fantasy
Until you cannot tell
Which one you have become.
Which one you yearn for.
Words caressing your heart and mind.
Finding their way into depths
Even you yourself cannot find.
Tempting and tantalizing
Between passion and longing.
Loneliness and belonging.
Lust and hate
Love and distaste.
You’ve left yourself
Bargaining for
More than a phrase.
I
Sat in the jungle
And disolved into the stillness.
Jaguar approached me
And pierced my skin.
As blood fell to the jungle floor
She said,
“This is the blood of everyone.
The anguish of your mothers
And fathers
Has already been shed.
You are anew.
You choose to carry pain from the past
Because you believe
You are supposed to.
Release it.
It is not yours to carry.
Your ancestors
And all of the universe
Wish for you to
Let it go.”
One day
I realized
If I slept too long
I would miss the moments
When the world was quiet.
I would miss
Beauty awakening
And
The first gentle caress of
Light in my world.
I would miss
The silent whisper of the day saying
“Here I am in all my glory just for you. Use me up until there is nothing left.”
All that you are,
Has always been.
Now it’s time
For you
To come alive
From within.
You who have
Been dreaming,
Sleeping to survive.
Arise
To greet life.
To dance,
To sing,
It’s in her memory.
One step,
One sway,
A little more each day.
There was a time the life in me had died.
Shriveled up
Slithered away
In shame and defeat.
It moved out
While I was distracted
Surviving.
Little did I know,
A solitaire bud of hope had remained
Hidden
In the dark.
In a shadowy recess of my soul.
Little did I know.
Little did I know.