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My mind is a forest with a raging river at it's heart. Currents ripping, forcing my thoughts in every direction. I have no salvation. These thunderous emotions are eternally tearing me up. Sometimes hopelessness, sometimes the icy pain of longing, sometimes joy that I'm lucky to have as much as I do. My every thought, so far away from where my body lies. Lying and dying, flying through empty space that is slowly becoming filled with palpable lonliness. Scared that nothing will ever be enough, that the dense trees will never give way to a meadow. A meadow, where I can be solitary and invite people in all the same. Companionship is exquisite, but solitude is required.
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I think I'll sleep in the grass tonight. In love with nature. Stars and rain and bugs and freezing to death. Proving to myself that as long as I am me, and the world still loves me for being me, I can show my true beauty. The words of enemies no longer cut. The blows glance off, because I know that I am all I need. My creativity and passion, my devotion, my multiple personalities. It's all inside of me. No reassurance needed. It will be a journey, I am well on my way to being me, compleatly and forever. No one can ever beat the poetic musings of my rapturous soul. Try as they might, no one will ever succeed at snuffing the flame of my passion, nor will anyone understand how in love with life I am at this moment. Poetry is life and love. |
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