It's hard to know
where to go
from here
empty pages
in my book
unwritten before me
and the vastness of ocean
washes over this desert
blurring the lines
between the
wounds inside
and perceptions
of reality
I am stuck
in this foreign place,
a fine-chiseled limbo
etched upon
my face
My past strong
behind me
pushing my limits
to the hilt
fingers brushing
new firmaments
of grace
spilling silver
from silt
I am ready
to see the future
burst forth and unfold
ready for my
raw elements
to be spun wildly into gold
these invisible wings
after years of
being wound in
tight, rigid curl
are stretching out slowly
being coaxed to unfurl
And here I stand
my feet sturdy as roots
as the sands of time
bud tender shoots
my eyes locked to the stars
fixed in sanguine dream
no need to staunch
the flow
of liquid
that freely streams
It pours out
from my eyes,
this river of salt
because growing pains
sting --
it's nobody's fault
Yet it's
tearing me up
into coarse,
ragged strips
descending
upon me
with scratches and rips
and for every burn
branded into my flesh
new insights
are woven
from putrid
to fresh
For every laceration
I bear upon this heart
there is a gleam in the garden
as seeds germinate
their start
And as my soul opens out
expands in deep
vital glow
I am as
a child
who still needs to grow
Her moonlit eyes
set on
unknown realms
her pillars fallen,
senses overwhelmed
vulnerably jaded,
yet unafraid
because stars
sometimes
burst into
novas
creating
new
light
from
shade
Nov 1, 2016
Nov 1, 2016 at 10:25 AM UTC
It's hard to know
where to go
from here
empty pages
in my book
unwritten before me
and the vastness of ocean
washes over this desert
blurring the lines
between the
wounds inside
and perceptions
of reality
I am stuck
in this foreign place,
a fine-chiseled limbo
etched upon
my face
My past strong
behind me
pushing my limits
to the hilt
fingers brushing
new firmaments
of grace
spilling silver
from silt
I am ready
to see the future
burst forth and unfold
ready for my
raw elements
to be spun wildly into gold
these invisible wings
after years of
being wound in
tight, rigid curl
are stretching out slowly
being coaxed to unfurl
And here I stand
my feet sturdy as roots
as the sands of time
bud tender shoots
my eyes locked to the stars
fixed in sanguine dream
no need to staunch
the flow
of liquid
that freely streams
It pours out
from my eyes,
this river of salt
because growing pains
sting --
it's nobody's fault
Yet it's
tearing me up
into coarse,
ragged strips
descending
upon me
with scratches and rips
and for every burn
branded into my flesh
new insights
are woven
from putrid
to fresh
For every laceration
I bear upon this heart
there is a gleam in the garden
as seeds germinate
their start
And as my soul opens out
expands in deep
vital glow
I am as
a child
who still needs to grow
Her moonlit eyes
set on
unknown realms
her pillars fallen,
senses overwhelmed
vulnerably jaded,
yet unafraid
because stars
sometimes
burst into
novas
creating
new
light
from
shade
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nbCIg3UbjNg
