Travel back,
And find your story,
It is worth telling,
It was worth living,
Fuel the words with ink
And remember why
You are here,
How you came to be,
Patient flower,
How you came to bloom.
Tag: writing
The Mystic
She thinks in verse,
In a spectrum of iridescent hues,
Her wonderings and worryings,
Are as a mystic,
Learning her craft,
This is a long road
One she is both
Always and never
Alone,
The great awakenings she found
Were the shock
To the system,
The test,
The cure,
To sustain life,
To blossom the hidden bud,
Within her core,
She is learning everything
With new eyes,
A new mind,
A new love,
Appreciation,
Of life,
Of light
The Lost and Found
Find me,
I am lost!
Between the lines,
Buried in the pages,
Your words
Guide me back,
To sunlight
And sanity,
To direction
Of what is good
And what is home
I find myself
In this dizzying repetition
Of curiosity,
mystery,
intrigue,
confusion,
loss,
wholeness,
And at last, again
I am
Found.
Written Words
I think I remind you,
Like for me you do,
That written words
are therapy,
Are the answers to
Almost everything
The Neverending Dance
Tit for tat,
And one, two, three, four…,
We’re dancing without touching,
And as the dance progresses
The tension mounts,
A waltz or a tango
It’s all the same
Who is leading
Is an illusion,
When really it all
pulls from the hips,
I move, you move
We move,
And we’re dancing across the floor,
We’re weightless
And effortless,
Never wanting this moment to halt,
Then the music stops,
Tis just a delay,
To the dance that will never end
On Rebirth
I can see my healing now,
In my words…
Before, I had grasped widely
for hold of sanity,
My mind spun,
Outlining all the abstracts
Seeing the metaphysics of everything
Until, like the universe
I exploded
In a big bang of psychosis
Then slowly
Though Not understanding the why
I began to pick up the pieces of self
Little by little
I write my way out
And back
And reflect on
What happened?
What had I become?
What was I becoming?
Was I flowering or
Decomposing
When I exploded?
Or both?
Or was this just
Another
One of many
Of my rebirths?
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