I need to be there
Where I lose me
When I see myself die
And yet I'm happy

There is nothing so trepidating
as the emptiness

The blank canvas
the ghost-white page
the empty stage

There is nothing so trepidating
as the silence

Just looking
eye to eye, heart to heart,
for connection

There is nothing so liberating
as the void

the vast white desert of the canvas
the glaring blank of a page
the unadorned blackbox theater

There is nothing so liberating
as the silence

Just the rhythm
of  beating hearts
breathing

There is
nothing

There is nothing
so trepidating

There is nothing
so liberating

I am not the black sheep
I am not the odd duck

I am not the rebel child
I am not the prodigal daughter

Who am I then?
Well...that's a complicated question

I am not your archetypes or storylines
I am not your bad decisions or projections, your should-s

I am
I am what I will be

I am the technicolor, intergalactic unicorn
I am the pearlescent being of divine light

I am the Angel of Death of Dead Tradition
I am the she-Moses getting out of a desert of lies

I am
I am what I will be

Today, I am choosing
today, I am choosing to create me in lieu of inheriting "me"

Choosing well
choosing better

Choosing wiser
choosing more joyfully

Today, I am the randy interstellar unicorn
blazing a neon rainbow trail forward

I see your night
In the purplish
blanket when
you walking in
the queue at
your back are
your maids
treating fairly
to your beautiful
colorful purple
gown..

you walk just...

You are...
A queen in
the beautidom

Reliving yesterday
Where promises were broken
And the curse of a love song never met
Caressing a baby’s future

An A student
The trauma alone
Fading to nothing
The feeling at home

Ribbons on paper
A pastime
Such passion unrequited in nature
The fire to feel so alive
Impulsive in nature

Burning inside
Between hypocrisy’s mother
And a drugged up brother
Dad never slept
Slave to 12 hour debt