I have been accepting
that I lost my courage to be vulnerable,
and I hovered over words that would not flow,
For my emotional tsunami hides in the insufferable,
I was just afraid to let this ache inside me go.
My stygian soul then scheduled my mental breakdown
And the photosynthesizes of my overwhelming pain,
I have established that in this
psychological baptism I drown,
But to grow is to immerse
in my sacrifice and appertain,
Should I allow myself to break into small pieces,
then composition myself with love
and become a Kintsugi soul?
My fearless spirit encapsulates a warrior
in the world of Ulysses,
So I unboxed my Worth and discovered my Hope,
To understand my veracity is to feel it in my core,
That running only tires the internal child
who is weeping,
Those tears power my garden of humanity
while being restored,
Unearthed healing from truth
in the eternal spring of the reaping.
the occupy folks are sitting down
inside of me, softly chanting
slogans in unison, "CHANGE NOW" -
as i am trying to notice -
to take in the way the light
photosynthesizes through the leaves
of that tree over there
and falls onto the wall
of the building, with it's
ruddy bricks stacked way up
and it lines right through
the glass of the window
onto the edge of that table
where the woman is standing
with a digital tablet in her hand -
maybe it's a book, i can't tell -
and she gazes out the window -
at the pedestrians occupying her view,
and i briefly consider
what it means to occupy me
© Goode Guy 2012-06-07
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