I walked behind my heart, Covered up to the thighs in its rivers, freezing from the chill that it became since life served it grief beyond winters, only seeing the calm of blood that passed the rest of my body on the inside. we learned to flow together, to search for ourselves On the walls & floors of my flesh, with no control as I got closer to feel its beats, as blood became my Feet I swam without ever learning but knowing & feeling how weak I could be in its strength.
I ask, “What happens to a soul sold?”
Perhaps it opens wide
Like a galaxy from beyond our grasp
Mending great divides…
Clutching inequality fast
Does it constantly question its value?
Look for receipts…in seats
Labeled ‘white attributes…
…Only’? Does it compare itself to free?
Maybe it attaches its virtue
To cowhides and ‘Becky(s) with good hair’
Maybe it’s blissfully
Have you ever tasted the potent,
leaden flavor of homesickness?
The smooth, vehement intensity
of the yearning of your soul?
Maybe you can’t describe it.
Maybe, in fact, you can.
For me, it’s reminiscent of
the spoor of a Minotaur
or the ache of that pivotal kiss–
the epiphany that plays on repeat
through my mind, tethered deep.
The song that won’t let me
stop listening, that demands my ear,
pulling me closer, yet, so I’m near
enough to feel the breath
of its words around my neck,
closer still, as the syllables spread,
tentacles spanning wide,
reaching, grazing the side
of my collar, closing in,
abound with everlasting passion.
Photo Credit: Lanaya
What has life taught you today?
Don’t fail to acknowledge the
teachings of your days–ever.
Today I was presented with a lesson
I could not deny:
The universe is simultaneously
strange and wonderful.
My perceived weakness
ended up being the strength
that will carry us through
to the corners of time.
Is there retribution for a lost soul?
The pulsing of the veins,
The pumping of the adrenaline,
The staggering of breaths,
What’s it to feel alive again?