The shards of truth
shine light,
illuminating the fable,
embellished by time.
Multiple tales
of a self-created fiction,
that forces itself
on the facts, that the
conscious mind
seeks to hide from itself.
A hall of mirrors, protects
the heart’s dishonesty.
The irony of the projection
destroying self-worth,
as the layers grow deeper,
reflected only, by the
white purity of the lie.
Sleep, uninterrupted.
Owned solely by the dreamer.
Clear of thought…
of interference.
Producing vivid comfort;
a sense of belonging,
replenished.
Held safe.
Untouched dreams,
drift aimlessly.
Rested.
Awake.
Sleep, uninterrupted.
Your name now a stranger,
in person and in ink.
My heart held a safe distance,
from the torturous brink,
of a misplaced belonging
that carried no weight,
the emotive, sad rivers
still continue to abate
and courage, now magnified;
my soul stands, to applaud.
Gently nudged forward,
newly born, self-assured.
Within the safety of worth,
the lies now can diminish.
Another chapter unwritten,
of a story with no finish…
And with tomorrow,
a new day will dawn.
The sky will be cleansed
and made whole once more.
Destiny whispers to me,
wiping the slate clean.
The debris of pain washed away,
returning me to source,
standing as one,
in the spotlight of my life.
The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,
the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.
No longer coerced
I am following my lead
My moments expanding
My soul, I have freed
Growing, unstunted
Unconsciously held
My wings are unfurling
At once self-propelled
I spin in my centre
Am whole through my core
The subterfuge’d sadness
Shown straight through the door
Reasons unquantified…
Just not worth the words
Previous programming
So laughable and absurd
Freedom… A feeling
All shiny and new
My head is held high
I know just what to do
shiny pebbles 