the onion in father's hands had no time to cry, he punched it with his fist on the corner of a table, then ate it with salt and sheep's cheese, (like pyramid builders my father was paid in onions)
the onion in mother's hands was sweet, called brotherly onion, and made many leaves, spring after spring it was multiplied throughout the village people kept wondering how the onion in mother's hand doesn”t bring tears,
- the onion in my hands is waiting
to clean it with my hands, to cut it with a knife, to punch it with a fist,
I think, whenever I have an onion in my hands I think,
Heart on my sleeve Knife in my back Eyes opened wide Nails with jagged edges Body covered in bruises Internally broken to pieces Shattered like a mirror My reflection currently scary UNFAMILIAR
Mind tired and weak Thoughts keep intersecting Creating contradiction amidst THE TRUE REALITY Insecurities fog loves sky Past trauma keeps resurfacing Lately a struggle just to breathe I have only myself to blame FAMILIAR
Drown the pain Regret the threats Your subconscious Tells yourself Don’t listen Reply back With laughter Choose happiness And choose To love Yourself regardless Let go Let love For yourself take over Regardless the Past pain Or insecurities Just be Yourself genuinely And accept Who you Truly are Move on Love life And your True self For who You are
I was a giant. One day while running, I spotted you atop a tree. You were waving. Smiling. Barely able hold the branches from my ground shaking footsteps.
I don't know why but I picked you up, gently. You sat upon my shoulders and told me of your dreams of one day building your own home.
I showed you the place I called home, yet it was too big for you. So we went back out. I gathered you stones of love to act as a foundation. I plucked mighty oaks of trust from the ground to provide lumber for your walls and security. I cleared a spot for you in my home, and allowed you to construct yours.
And all was well. One day, you came to me in the night. You whispered into my ear that my footsteps were too loud for you That my movements disturbed your peace and shattered your dreams as you slept. I tried to crawl. Tried to slide across the ground on my belly. For a while I just stopped moving.
Without my massive footsteps to crush the forests, and stunt the mountains The forests began to become an overgrown thick brush The mountains toppled from their own height and destroyed anything around them
But I sat. Quietly. And watched.
And then it became my breathing. My heartbeat. The pounding sound of blood rushing through my veins. My laughter.
My very existence was too loud. Too disturbing to your peace. So when your walls started to rot And you slept through, I wasn't sure what the correct course of action was.
When the wind began eroding away the foundation, and collapsing the home around you I was sure you'd awaken
But you didn't
Your home is gone now Replaced by a pile of rotted wood that was your security and trust from the outside And stones so heavy, only I can clean them up now.
And I will. Slowly
And once the pile of rubble is gone, and your corpse is located and buried
I will swear the vow that under any circumstance,
I will not let anyone tell me my existence is too powerful for them.
I am a Giant. And I will not falter from running any longer.