Eyes
loaded with
pain
slowly raise
on the heavy
dark curtains;
hoping
longing
to see you
again,
but they return
empty
deilluminated
heavy as dark
skies
raining fiercely;
my cheeks are
drown
in the storms of
broken memories,
burning my lips
with the
bitterness.

- n. ib

there was a mirror in my room
with eyes that only observed.

its seen me bare, naked.
its seen me clothed, covered.

its watched me grow, become.
its watched me fade, breakdown.

and when i shattered,
so did that mirror.

I wanted to get a wasp tattooed onto my arm,
But you didn't like the idea.
The wasp is meant to represent my internal battle,
of your acceptance, my desperation, but mostly the fear.

The fear that you wouldn't like what I was doing,
Because Mother is God in the eyes of a child.
Yet, ironically, you raised me to think for myself,
Bohemian and wild.

The tattoo is supposed to remind me,
that sometimes when you feel life is falling apart,
it's just life falling into place,
like when your disapproval smashes against my heart.

I came from the unknown
And have entered the world
full of complexities,
known and the unknown,
Seen and the unseen,
hidden and fully manifested,
unfathomable and
incomprehensible mysteries.
I have entered
the deepest path of the earth.
I did enter so that I might be
preserved till the end of time.
Sowed like a seed,
That I may sprout again.
Do not look for me here,
For I will not return as you know me,
But different and changed.
As a light waxing
stronger shall my soul be,
In greater duty of
a higher calling than this.
I shall now rest till
the sanctuary be cleansed,
And I will enter.
For the days of
my appointed time is near,
I will wait till my change.
Until then,
I will say,
God speed,
you all who understand.
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