A hidden message with personal meaning.
A bright spot of light through the shadows between.
A roaring lion on my way to sort things, a new wound while the last is still healing.
A pair of left feet sent to trip me in my dance with destiny.
Now I’m tripping wrestling this beast within me, it’s fighting me,
scratching and biting when all I want to do is hold it close to me.
Give it the love it hasn’t received or given properly. I will civilize this side into being.
On the outside. My hands are in my pockets and I’m whistling.
A tune that blew in on a warm wind, it’s been stuck with me since.
On the inside, that whistle is a battle cry, an eagle screaming its pursuit.
Me facing a generational root and trumping its best suit.
Still find this little voice on the inside, Wondering how to interpret what we are seeing.
Some pieces are more unsettling. If I be still and stop this motion from proceeding,
who will I be? What trait will manifest to catch me and keep me from my old skins?
If I let it go, manifest what I’m feeling into being and let it show…
Will it be the last thing this version of me ever sees or knows?
So, quiet me, bring my spirit into unity with my state of being, and harmonize the beast in me.
I am back to the current melody but I’m drifting and humming,
separating my mentality from this low-hanging reality.
Turn this trust-fall into a dip, spin me around to see the beauty created just for me.