Hide. In private I cry. Honey leaking from my eyes.
Sweetie, do cry, I whisper sanctuary to my insides.
Ride or die. Purge to fly. Pressure release,
Hands-on my knees, a twist of the key. The storm is rising.
Don’t hold back lest our insides capsize and find themselves drowning.
Profound lead. Indeed, I am listening, internally. Interesting, what I am finding.
Whispering, leading without pulling or tugging. Intuitively what applies to me;
I find myself seeking; hidden without hiding.
Once a curse, no one sees me, unknown, an anomaly,
a drop lost in the Holy See.
Disconcerting… at one time, but now I find it funny.
An inside joke, between my sinew and me.
Now a blessing… no one sees me moving effortlessly.
Creating. And so I am left to my own devising.
Fear strung out on the line of divinity holding me steady.
dancing, while it’s choking on its own dust.
Curiosity fueling, all rust shucked, the grind, sluffed,
7 shadows left behind me, sniveling… crushed.
No compromising, why would I do such a silly thing?
I was under the impression Life is for living… A gift. Fruit of the alive beings.
Or was I misled upon entry?.. Into the unconscious scene playing out around me…
Unwitting each, to the script they are reading by proxy.
To the guests, they’ve been housing.
Now embodied physically, deeply entwined into ‘personality’