Please don't judge this too harshly. I'm not a poet.
Dreamscapes Merge With Lifescapes
challenging old ways of thinking, with an elegance.
just letting it go
letting it stay
in my inner world
pursued by the relentless whip bearer
the poor girl
i'm the girl.
the poor girl
ready to come out of her cave, her prison
she will try again and again to climb out of the pit
it's not that deep
the world shakes and changes
the eyesight shifts
its all up and down
now up, now down
left and right
left right real unreal clear and foggy
ecstatic, tranquil, terror, boredom, mundane
like tremors
puzzle pieces shifting to recombine into new disorienting forms
puzzles don't do that
my endless shame, the lacerating prison, the hell that en-cages me
suddenly is hope, liberation
the illustrator
of lush, sensuous dreams
a firm restraint blocking my path
a partner in this dance
to learn his body
to push back
to dance
with elegance
joy
love
ideals i strive to
discarding the self
molding it anew
witnessing the process
handling it with care
with love
with attention
the kind I never got
