August 23, 2014 6:48 PM
Jumping the broom;
Entering a new segment.
Lifting my mind, body, and soul across the current threshold.
Leaving all my worries, doubts, and pain behind,
Putting my solicitous meager heart on the line.
Forgetting all the consequences that may come my merry way,
Still needing to say, “Where is my place in this illustrious World?”
Can I please just take a minute to hurl?
Stopping to take a second to reflect on the World;
And thanking the ones who brought me through the whirlwind.
Who stopped my head from continuously spinning
And put a halt to my inner madness.
I am glad the sunshine appeared through my darkness
And washed the rain away from my pale eyes.
To scatter the pain into the deep blue thin air
And watch as the rainbow shine in the midst of my silhouette shadow.
To feel the cool sea breeze brush against my winter face
I can feel my surrounding oasis embrace;
Tugging and hugging and reeling me in.
I love this feeling;
I adore this feeling.
I will abide by this feeling;
This sentiment is equivalent to home.
I am home, at last.
June 29, 2014 12:07 pm
My soul leads me to the place where I first met my illness.
It aches as I take a step closer to the site where my brain and heart became one.
They turned against me and removed the goodness from within.
The goodness turned into immorality;
corrupting my mind to erase my vision for the future.
Here I am at this place standing on fertile ground,
sinking in the fountain of my youth.
I am standing in the puddle of the tears from the ones I’ve hurt.
I have made contact with my oasis.
The illness is in business with the souls of the meek.
And I am one of them.
It beseeched me to take my life and to shed the treacherous tears of the present;
making contact with the delicate drops of the ones I’ve hurt.
I am sinking in my oasis.
As I continue to walk through the abandoned desert of my life,
I walk on the cracks of my back.
Crushing my internal organs
releasing the effortless tears from my eyes.
They fall through the bare cracks of my heart,
which bears my name.
Cementing the same water-like composition of my teardrop,
it drys the moist hole in the ground beneath my feet
generating a solid earth for my stiff feet to walk on.
My toes make contact with a soft green spot
transferring peace through my veins.
I have found my oasis.
This peace circulates throughout my body
reviving the beat of my heart
re-birthing my mind, body, and spirit.
My soul is caught in a net.
A safety net to protect me from the rigid battles of life.
My soul can now escape the rigor mortis of death.
I am in my oasis.