who am i?
soul and spirit,
disguised.
i am more than you can see with the eyes.
small in size,
with a mass of light
stored inside.
the entity that brings you strength,
to confide.
sent here to guide,
to bring peace,
to conquer,
override the systems.
to nurture hearts of victims
lost and hopeless,
losing sanity and focus.
i am me.
goddess,
flowing free.
sending power,
energy
from the inner me.

i dont wanna be like them;
miserable,
losing touch with who i am.
losing hope
more and more as the days go by.
living a lie.
i dont wanna be lost,
searching for something thats not there.
i wanna be here
with no worry or fear
of whats to come next,
or whats never to come.
i dont wanna be broken
by words left unspoken.
i wanna be whole,
in tuned with mind,
body,
spirit
& soul.
i dont wanna be just another being
living to die,
living to buy,
questioning why.

i sit and wonder how.
i often wonder why.
is this world only illusion
draw conclusions in the sky.
making shapes out of the clouds,
sharing poetry with trees.
bare-foot,
***** headed,
wind surrounding
bringing ease
to my worries.
the birds,
they listen to my stories.
they often speak back.
pure abundance,
no lack.
variety a plenty.
full of life,
never empty.
but i am empty
when i do not visit,
much rather stay in-doors.
so eager to explore
yet still afraid.
more so amazed
at your stillness
and your will
to carry on
so firm and strong.
holding the key
to nature's song.
i call you tree,
but you are me.
you are all i wish to be.
you are all i wish to see.

made a mess of self-expression,
turned softness to aggression.
missed all the healing sessions,
now nothing's left to question..
-
pretty bird,
can you fly again?
pretty bird,
you are one with the wind.
you hit the window,
once or twice.
seeking distance,
higher heights.
you're so pretty when you cry,
you're so pretty when you fly.

awake but unaware,
so asleep.
a mattress made of fear
and the sheets
protect you from the chills
of the truth as high as hills
and mountain peaks.
-
eyes open,
but you are looking
so blind.
look inward
you will see
and you will find
visuals of heart and soul,
spirit guided,
being whole,
and a certain form of peace
within your mind.

like a flower in May;
open.
til the next day,
closed.
with a caution
no entry,
there's no crossing
my mente.
to the love that wants to hold me forever,
& the arms that wish to hold me together:
once you've reached to the point of consideration,
consider waiting.
consider me broken,
searching for comfort.
hoping for consistent lover.
trying too hard to give the time and day,
giving my time away
to those that see no value in depth.
the ones that see my mystery as threat,
with no intentions of exploring,
a waste of space and so annoying.
no words left to be spoken,
keep me open.