Making space for the faces I wish to embrace and embody.
Through the facets, rid me of anything in need of detaching,
Lest my double-dipping mind find a way to block my blessing,
From digging roots deep within me.
Lest I risk life snatching them back to protect them from me,
as I lean on all that I’ve seen, oh the places we’ve been.
A space for hibernation is needed, naturally,
Turn to nature to see… A seed in the ground beneath,
At first found doing nothing, sitting at ease, tucked in neat,
A cocoon in the shadow of the other trees and their canopies
Resting in the witness of what is to come before cracking and sprouting.
Never doubting…
Or do they? Is this the consequence of being human?
Knowing there is a possibility I could be the seed that overcomes.
Save me, help me save myself, from perceived consequences of inaction,
when really this stillness is needed for growing,
I know, indecision never suited me anyway,
Explosive interactions, drive me back to motion.
Blinded by the rain, I find myself lost, wandering.
Wind through the trees, whipping, tripping me,
unveiling everything I’ve found myself clinging to.
Under the dirt, It’s me speaking, get into alignment baby!
Won’t let myself sabotage what I can’t see!
Help me be at ease, yes, please.
I will taste the fate Life baked for me.