I was you…

The end goal,

their sole goal.

A shallow life

bereft of real soul.

They ask,

what it is like

to be old.

To be a postscript

to their prologue;

their ink soaked dreams.

These girls count

their age in fractions.

Eager to experience everything.

To wear it fast and loose.

 

‘Whatever…’

 

Blind to their

own beauty.

Individuality main-streamed

A Selfie redeemed

social popularity.

I was you

I tell them.

I was every uncertainty,

every weight,

the hormonal fate

of alien limbs.

Contorting my will

to hide my ignorance,

through a detached indifference.

Perfection is flawed.

I assure them.

I was you,

before I became me.

Permutations

I’ve seen the blueprints, I’ve seen the plan

The permutations of could, can’t and can

The present’s arrived and taken my hand

Showing me I am everything, but bland

 

My courage unveiled, I know I am strong

The Universe holds me, when my path is wrong

I recognise my judgements, they all come from me

From times when my heart and mind disagree

 

I believe in all that I am, life isn’t a thought

I know what I know; the lessons have been taught

Letting go of old concepts, that no longer serve

Living the life my ego says, I do not deserve

 

There’s no need for control; there never ever was

I followed like a lemming; society saying ‘because’

My concept of perfect, now turned on its head

By unlocking my child, I am no longer dead

 

I cannot be held by projections, or fear

Nor feel an obligation, to those I hold dear

I’m an amazing woman; I’m all my own work

To not live life wondrously, well I’d be a real berk…

Destiny Whispers

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.

“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott

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.

Follow my lead…

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

The Universe’s Pull

My stride is long

I’m stepping out

Beyond projection’s gaze

Assumption’s trailing

Out of sight

Stumbling over a phrase

Doubt is packed

With worry and fear

And posted non-return

Potential’s cup

Now overflows

Possibilities at every turn

Choices float

Just within reach

I’ve stuffed my pockets full

My head held high

I ebb and flow

With the Universe’s pull