She was born with silence in her skin.
She learned to never let them in
let them in.
I started to,
started to slip away.
I flailed and gasped,
grabbed the edges of me,
blurred the edges of you.
I don't know how
to hold on and sink
into the grays, the in betweens.
I'm trying, I'm trying, I'm trying.
I don't know what I need,
but I know what I don't need.
It's a start.
You're better when I'm gone.
I'm fuller when you're gone.
I may not always stand steady,
but I am my own sense of home.
I am my own sense of home.
It's the cracks in the walls that
hold me steady while my soul shakes,
while forces of darkness and light
tear me apart,
And if his hands did move that way,
his mouth another, and if his
face held the angles of anger,
I did entirely take that onto me
through my pervious barriers of self.
What self, what self?
Without the transfers of
others through us,
what have we left, what have we left?
What have I left?
I have residue and fragments,
a series of advances and retreats,
a thorough progression
of my repeated circles inward
Oh, that I would know
the ways in which I
am both separate
with all the others:
all the others are
Oh, but I am
they are me.
We are indeed All One.
I've come to realize that
you're terrible for my soul.
Oh, what a devastating thing to know.
The way I miss you
is different from the rest.
My ache is different,
sometimes deep and
sometimes like a shadow
that will never leave.
I never know what's happening until it's
happening but by then I
don't want to know and I
don't want to talk about it and I
don't even know what to think about it but I'm
bad at ignoring the elephants
in the rooms
and the unspoken things
they tend to suffocate me
until I scream about all of it
because I'm intense
and I'm bad at ignoring the unspoken things
and no one seems to hear the screams.
I just run. I'll just run.
I will plant seeds of light in patterns
of spirals begun, round my feet
And I'll kneel at the altar of my soul
at the doorway of my ripened mind
Until my pain and past have both
lost all power, become welcome friends
With my shadows I will dance,
twist and untie the multitudes
Of my forever revealing possibilities
And if no one hears me, I'll know
I have greeted and embraced
the only one I could ever really know.
Sometimes I write them, sometimes I share them.