Standing on the cliff edge. Heartbeat, in my head.
My breath catches as excitement closes my airways.
Just for a moment, don’t panic, wait for the breath
at the other end of the adrenaline pumping.
Into and through me, been here before, only back to reclaim the scene.
Didn’t want a loss, shouldn’t have come to the surface, in this moment,
I’m cleaning, which means, out with the baby. And the bath water,
it’s that kind of mood, you are in the ring, you came in knowing.
So you know it’s time to let go of me. Don’t have to say a damn thing
to dam things further with words heavy as logs and milestones I’ve cast in the past behind me.
Revisiting, I release them, returning to light as a feather, capable of rising.
Reflecting the sun, glow off the feathers casting shade over the canopy beneath.
Never alone, animals find me, reminders earth and all its elementals are coming into being,
to show me the scene beneath those lying by way of rogue strings
capturing lovely things they do not need of. So long as the idea is available at arms length.
Further proof of all or nothing they’ve been missing. Always through the window pane,
the black screen awaken, turned on so each is turned off to their unfolding scene,
missing keys, and impactful frames… What do I know, just another well spring spouting
from the ground and trickling down, the hillside becoming more fertile even with unrest between?
Anything they touch comes alive, fed by the offering of being seen as they wish to be,
not to the standard each is held to. Release, let go my strings, I set them free.
To fuel the fire within me, until I am the wind under my wings. Views of past events ignited me deeper into the belief until I silently know some things never change, and life provides for all what they see for themselves and every other body.
Do you really want good things? Are you willing to give what others need to reach where you want to go, be the shoulders they stand on? The call to arms in moments fear might have taken root, seeding grief, shame, guilt, and the other beastly traits that breed best in dishes full of frightful experiences never released, held over time to combusting. I seek the view worthy of entertaining eternity. A character befitting to something so lovely.
The final straws striking their own match to burn the matter not meaningful inside me. Release. I am what I am and become all I will be, in each moment. Open to each day, matching the energy of the sun that comes to life in the darkest moments I’ve seen. A radiant space inside of me. Claiming sanctuary when chaos would have me, the eye of the storm inborn.