Blind Diving In

Is it in the letting go?
The recycling of breath
The release 
of colored memories
To open your chest 
and paint your words like watercolors

When skin is pulled too tight
An epidermis of fear
that holds you 
walks in front of you

Can you circumvent labyrinths
of life’s little challenges?
Opaque and ever moving

You do not break
You bend
You seep through skin
Bleeding fog
Osmosis of the soul

Settling
Falling softly at your feet
It’s not so much a breaking out
A running away
It’s a blind diving in
You’re only beginning to break inside

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expansion. exposed.

An open expansion of curiosity
The thirst of a dry riverbed
Cracked earth
Making room for hard rain

An expansion of community
A support system holding me like an underground mycelium network
A filter that nourishes me

An open dialogue
No lies, no masking words
Just honest
To honor the ability to accept and deflect
that which doesn’t enhance me

Expansive, explosive like the dying star at the heart of a nebula
Dispersing color and element
Letting go of time
Watching it float, bend, collide
A reincarnation of the skies

An opening of strength
in a world that often holds me down
I slip closer to soil
To scrape together the remains, the decay
I sculpt it like sandcastles
A temple for detritivores
Building from discarded remnants of life
Making it breathe again

Overflowing love and guilt and words held silent for too long
Spinning
Spiraling like a tornado
Touching down
Touching skin and sweat
Bruised legs

I held
I hold things tight
Pressed against my breast
Stacked on shelves against my sternum
Quietly
Slowly seeping out

There I am
Split open
Peeled
Unhindered
Open expansion of eyes
Reaching back

I fly these memories like kites
I let them go,
tethered to me by a string
By one
simple
fragile string
I witness them dip and bow in the wind
How did they ever have the power to bury me?

A trail of tattered, faded material flying high
Open
Exposed
I release you
You may follow me,
but you are no longer mine.