sparkling soul.
mundane and doomed.
they tagged your soul with
adjectives that mirrored the
grim reaper, with his cowardice,
black and daunting robe - they tried
to match your soul with his existence ---
you remained persistent, in your race and your
claim to realness. to claim the name you
undoubtedly identified with, how your soul should be
characterized - you fought for that title.
you refused to back down and bow down to
doom, because light exudes from your inside
from the inside of your soul, the soul they attempted
to steal and seal in the palm of their hands.
but you were so damned persistent and you resisted!
you almost fainted, but you balled up those tears and
turned them into a gas that pushed you and kept you
and lifted you and met you where you were striving to be -
in the midst of a peace that was unattainable amongst
a crowd that lived to see you down - you made it.
and at this point, you inch to turn around
no longer wincing, but boldly standing
and staring and peering into the memories
that once ruled your body and tagged you
such unfitting descriptions -
and you listen, and you whisper to yourself,
"i'm new. it's through. i'm fearless. this, this is it."
31 December 2012
how You can breathe life into me , and take my breath away - all at the same time.
it's amazing to me.
26 December 2012
elevation, graduation.
"young girl, take your eyes off of those pebbles - there's so much ahead of you and around you, the ground holds none of it. pick up those deep, round, almond eyes and explore what has been set before you!" pick up those deep, round, almond eyes, there is so much ahead of me (and around me) that i must explore. and i will.
it still has not hit me that i've traveled through a valley, sought the mountaintop and reached its peak, from the depth of that never ending valley. the journey, oh the journey, was more pressing than i expected but so valuable. it was. they were. and i could write your eyes away with tales of this journey, until they leaked of the ink i use to scribe. but i won't. the stories are too precious. the valley is so sacred. to me. as well as yours is to you. but i digress. the view from up top ... i promise, it's breath-giving. no. not breathtaking. because i'm no longer losing. i lost enough along the trails of the immeasurable valley's i trekked. it's breath-giving. this mountaintop, is allowing me to breathe. like never before. air so crisp, so fresh like a warm piece of clothing pulled out of the washateria's dryer - (with a brisk scent of linen fabric softener) - warm and soft and lovely and fresh and pleasant and ... crisp.
and this is not to say that the valley did not have its plains of beauty. i mean, each moment i took my eyes off of the pebbles beneath my feet, i glanced at hills that led to the highest peak - the mountaintop. i saw vegetation that glimmered as though they were sprinkled with gold and silver and ... peace, in the midst of havoc. tornadoes spun. tsunamis flooded. huger struck. but serenity was found in the beauty that caught my eyes once i took them off of the pebbles beneath my feet. and o', it was a sight to see, around me, in the valley. the valley was the beauty that preluded the mountaintop. the peak.
as i elevated, my feet were worn. my eyes became jaded. my hands were weary. my body, flail. however, in this state, i continued to elevate. Strength met me at every second i desired so deeply to drop. Strength did not want me to stop because, "those deep, round, almond eyes" were given directives to "explore what [had] been set before [me]." and i was determined to allow my eyes to receive their reward - this privilege could not be taken for granted (especially after being exposed to the daunting, gut-wrenching news of 20 twinkling stars being slain, flooding in bloodshed, missing the opportunity of meeting their privilege to shine), i could not take it for granted.
and at some point, my walking turned into gliding - i felt lighter. i became a tenant to that valley, but thankfully i was evicted. upon that eviction, i was elevated. to a higher place. to a peak. a place called graduation. and i've graduated from that valley of beauty and disdain. a valley filled with wrong turns and memories of moods that towered over me, and many others. i've graduated from trees with oaks that landed by you. and i graduated from bridges that came before i knew their names. i was lifted. i glided to graduation. long stretch - years of reaching, but i reached it. and love never felt this good.
love has never felt this good - once i reached the top, and everything came to the light. those hands, those eyes, those feet, that body ... they met a breath-giving peak that healed their weaknesses. Love healed. Love heals.
"welcome to graduation. the wait was long. the journey, longer. but the peak, well worth the wait and the journey. eventually, breath came to give those lungs of yours life again, crisp life. unusual, different ... but destined. allow those almond eyes to take in all of what the world treasures and wants to share with you, and your heart. the world is now at your disposal. congratulations. you've made it."
- leap, gain, learn, and go -
... and at some point, you begin to feel stronger. you walk different. you think different. you see different. and it's not because you've just now become different. it's because you're enlightened now by the difference that has been reborn from what you deemed torn. you have been different. you simply are, different.