Patience

I am no longer a volcano.
I am a seething rage of cool existence;
a deep burn, one that ignites the soul.

A liberating flurry of flames,
destroying all to better begin anew.
Two steps ahead of the phoenix,
I’ve already planted the seeds
to help my inner-world flourish.

I am no longer at your mercy,
but gently pressing
against the walls of my own being.
Reappropriation is like laughter:
it bounces off walls,
and its imperceptible power
fills your heart with joy;
a glitter bomb
exploding in your soul.

A Universe unto myself
my expansion is continuous.
I’ve set my mind free
and let the cage of my past
dissolve like ashes in the wind.

I can taste the colours again,
soak up the love in their eyes,
savour the silence…
dance ’till I drop,
scream at the top of my lungs,
fall into passionate embrace,
let my heavy eyes rest,
and do it all over tomorrow.

I can feel the lead of a pencil
sigh as I press down onto paper,
feel the temperature of colours
when they meet, swirl and mix;
and the words trickle like dewdrops,
as they roll off the pages of my mind.

I now remember
the untarnished power
of finding beauty in the now,
the stars, the sun, the wind;
and the radiant smiles
of those who populate my world.

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Weight

On supported grounds we lose our footing
Angling and dangling towards the unknown
Waters below blue and black
Like bruises we can’t quite place.
Temptations to hold hands,
Reassuringly embrace; pull her back to safety.
Resistance of time, and love.
There is no momentum when gears stick
Just a simple necessity of lubrication
Risk, develop, shine.
Properly oiled machines
Weight of the world on our shoulders.
Mechanical creatures,
Powerful feats of engineering,
No longer Puppets, always Puppeteers.
Dance, cry, love, fuck
Never devoid of choice.
Elements in our grasp forming a whole
Living, breathing, dying.
Bearings.
Find, Use
Or Fall.

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