Back from the dead

So, I’ve been MIA for a few weeks. I was kind of forced into taking a necessary step back from the drivers seat of life and step into the crazy space in between control and helplessness. I started the process of sharing my poetry to free myself of the molds I’ve felt surrounded by for so long. Unsurprisingly, I started mirroring them. I decided I needed to dissemble the pattern, take some time to get back to myself, and return to this work with a fresh mind. Also, whenever I feel like I want to do it, not when I feel like I have to do it. I invite you all to bear with me in this new chapter, and I promise, I will be as honest with you as I can possibly be. I do want to thank you all for your words, whether through your comments online and shares or your acknowledgement in person. Just knowing that one person may feel seen or heard or remotely understood is what drives me–and all of us I think.
“Alignment”

going through the motions

wandering alone

moving in and out of focus

in the field of the unknown

 

sneaking through the ocean

where every broken bone

unknown or unnoticed

is a guidepost pointing home

 

tirelessly seeking

what you’re looking for

the truth of why you’re creeping

this feeling that theres more

in the dark room weeping

knowing that you’re moving toward

a joy that knows no reaping

one that you’ve felt before

 

like air

so real that even pain reveals it

you find it there

in a place where not even hatred steals it

in every stare

every single human being feels it

everywhere

the heavenly pain of a wound when love heals it

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