What Became

What Became

What Became

When will I be strong enough
For my own soul
Yet, I am the strongest there is
To exist in my path for me
My own hands have walked
The walls from moving in
My walls of wants of others
Holding blankets for my breath
I am metamorphosis and change
Itself, personified with stories
And legs holding up skies
The evening called so late as I
Wait for the masks to choose
Or torn from paths unseen
Why open to this as such
For earth to feed on my
Light I reach to centers
Because I love my universe
Despite my tread had beat
Off the chosen or in spite of
Because all that belonging to
A label was never for me
In all the moments I had
Decided he was not strong
And I pull up my world again
To walk with me in Kali's
Footsteps, emptying my way
From any towers he built
He walks into my way, soft again

The kind of gentle that
Wills a strength from my
Snake heads into flower buds
Forcing them open and bloomed
Calling my steps in his hands
Filling me with deserving
Boundaries he wrapped in ribbons
Kissing the bruises they beat
Learning the paths around them
Memorizing how wonderful
The trees held him there
To see the best in me
Inside, open to warm him
Because the respect was
All I ever needed to soften
Into the strongest of my
Solitary secrets, I shared
For his world to find a light
Never seen as we become
Inner-beaming of catalyst-ic
World-tears at my feet
Beside him watching
The rapids clean away
Pain from before him, and before
Me, because we are another
Being beyond gods
To heal every stars' blinking
Giving the center of it all
To the strength I always had

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