my heart is a forest
with it's graveyard of a surface floor
& it's cathedral ceiling.
don't ask me if i'm really here,
i'm just the miracle
that i've always been.
these eyes
are a collage of ghosts
that wait here
for the inexplicable moment
of your return.
that wait here,
for the cardinal everything.
if i test
the surface of the world
for truth,
i come back with the feeling
that i've lost something.
& that i can only gain it back
by moving into myself
the ocean of my love.
i know that i deserve
the abundant always.
i'm just pacing till it comes around.
if i stare at the poem of my face
i can become forgetful
of who i truly am.
i can forget
to open doors
into my thunder perfect mind.
i wash
but the beast is everywhere,
childhood rumors
that i've learned to forget.
eternity is a breath
that i saved for the one
who holds me,
despite any harsh round compromise,
in highest honor in her heart.
the fingers of my undoing
are never there... |
Submission Name: the fingers of my undoing
