She talked to the moon.
Vi Lua Vi Sol.
You’d be surprised that a hard headed girl
committed to an idealized notion of love
Could revise her views.
Complicated, affable, tender and greatly considerate.
Made from salt of the earth on the 7th day and a mother’s loving prayer.
Unable to bear her heart's weight,
in an effort to be saved from a decaying road.
The moon lit a path leading her back home.
Her body heavy with sleep,
let out a cosmic yawn,
giving birth to everything.
She dreamed of skies lined with twinkling babies,
cooing and giggling in the mid-night.
These stars Illuminate us in the cradle of our being.
Sleeping where heaven and earth meet,
counting stars,
tilting the earth so that it stop raining
for just a moment,
And your flowers bloom.
Revealing all that matters.
Some the same, and some very different.
Although, all are divine by design.
My guard drops at the sight of you learning to walk,
Dropped and disappeared without a trace.
Our feet create ripples in the Ocean of life.
You are a dream I had and now
I bask in the warmth of your Sun.
I let myself glow in it, no more hiding.
Dear World,
Everyone Is Fighting
Themselves Each Other The Elements Forces
The Surfaces The Shadows The Depths
Reality Of Their Mind Peeling Layers
Conscious Subconscious Unconscious Projection
Licking Wounds Forming Scabs Picking At Your Own Skin
Clouds Roll Day Turns To Night Temperature Drops The Wind Whispers
We Migrate
Room To Room
Block Borough Zip Code
Town County State
Country Over Seas Dear World
Set An Alarm To Wake Up To Eat To Pray For Self
Rules Boundaries Exceptions Miracles Divine Intervention
An Apartment A Room In A House A Home In My Heart
Tears Body Water River Ebb Flow Rock Erosion
Foundation A Crack Open Breathe Deep
Here Comes The Light.
I’ve been here before… sure I have.
What felt and seemed like the bottom.
I had accidentally slipped… again.
It was cold, dark, and overrun with silence.
the kind that rings in your ears…
make you wonder why it was quiet
in the first place.
This feeling of falling is incredibly familiar.
… … i began to remember i could stop falling.
so i caught myself
in mid air…
I reached out my hand and
someone held out there’s.
laughing.
I stood on the cold,dark,vices and grew taller.
A door appeared and I walked out of the darkest part of my mind.
Dear World,
Everyone is fighting for their freedom and survival. Be it with themselves or outside forces. After spiraling to the depths of my mind I realized I am at war with who I no longer want to be. I've worn many masks, gotten raises, and made achievements that have stroked my ego. Been dormant, fearful, and dabbled in self-sabotage. The water is murky and soon it begins to rise, threatening to wash away all we stand on.
The wind begins to whisper my name, the sun is trying to relay a message. Upon rising she, the sun, reflects on buildings into my room, warming me with her light. I rise and dedicate the day to gratitude, allowing my heart to wrap around all I've taken for granted. Many miracles will happen during this time, you are no exception.
These days I only have the strength to lay watching the clouds roll, they are quiet and move with ease. I laid for so long exploring the walls of my mind, peeling layers, and licking wounds. Minutes turn to hours and day turns to night. I migrate to the tub and begin to daydream, the water turns cold and the bubbles are gone. The wind is whispering my name again. It is sharp, clear, and cuts through codependency, self-doubt, and paralyzing fear.
Here I am having filled a tub with tears when I realized this is the pause I pray for. In journals, to the moon on bended knees. "God please make a way for me to be still and rest, allow me to catch up to spirit. Allow us to remember that we are messengers."
The world jolted and without missing a beat created a new hum. The wind is calling my name again, I crack open and breathe air into my lungs so the light may shine through. I am soft and trust that truth is a stable ground. I am worthy, of my love, patience, and praise. She says "being in service to another without allowing service to self, messes with the ebb and flow of life." I crack open and breathe deep.
Forgetting to remember, only to forget again, will keep you dizzier than a dreidel. I drain my bath and rise anew. Staring at my reflection in the mirror lost in the brown of my eyes, I ran fast, I ran far and I am winded. Dear World, last night I dreamed of freedom and you were there.
Sincerely,
I hear the wind call my name.
