Ode to the Hidden Tapestry
It seems my thoughts have been
buzzing a long my skin,
a hollow being filled
with a sense of connection I had
fought for too long.
For being too much-
not enough-
always an in between within my own
conflict.
I have held hands with that inky blackness
that resides a side from my soul,
and I comfort it, I never push it away-
how could I?
Who would I be without it?
Nevertheless, it's tendrils swirl along my
cosmic essence and they blend,
into everything and nothing-
they sway me into seeing your gentle nature.
An aperture in my vision that was reserved for only you.
Your love that is so gentle it reminds
me of the cradling of a wary mother's arms around me,
a father's want to be present,
you remind me of a child who was left behind.
For that-
my love extends beyond being.
More than me,
more than I could be.
Is it deserved?
I'm not entirely sure but now,
I understand I was supposed to show you
something away from your previous existence.
and I hope the fire greets you as it did me;
burning and caressing.
Copyright © Ari Justine | Year Posted 2025
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