It’s in the dark that she’s
swallowed in by sunken thoughts
while sailing across an ocean she fought.
While staring at starry skies,
she lets the light pour through starving eyes.
Her drumming fingers, morse code on an occupied space
Sending ephemeral messages that calm her knotted face.
It was the knocking beneath an overworked rib that left her with a great feeling of angst
And at a loss for words.
Four words that she kept pent between rubbing teeth and consumed thoughts
“Through this storm, Waltz.”
In thickened waters she dives,
to live out her soul,
She feels to be great.
Pirouetted prettiness captured by becoming
She only deals in things that keep her heart humming.
Yellow belly non permitting
she opens up to those who are willing.
And when she comes to you,
She come to you in-between the space of grace and madness
Mad Hatter happy mixed in Dali Da Vinci grandness.
She loves till death,
but may you never part.
For she moves your tides
by bending her lips around consonants that rise:
the deflated chest
the wilted veins
through cleansed pathways.
Sudsable sentiments secured in secret safes,
its what keeps her a float when the dawn rocks back the days.
And while the world, it all falls down
she is nowhere but eternity to be found.
Her ashes, they rise
while she waltzes through blackened wanting skies.
WHAT YOU FEEL, THINK & SAY YOU BEGET
Proverbs, chapter 23, verse 7: “As a man thinketh in his heart, so is he”.
“Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.
Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.
It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?
Your playing small does not serve the world.
There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.
We are all meant to shine, as children do.
We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.
It’s not just in some of us; it’s in everyone.
And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.
As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.”
‘A Return to Love’- Marianne Williamson