writeland

[writeland]

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[writeland]

Fragments of the

Spiral Staircase

I find myself in the mess I make. Every time. In every way. Some days I seek for a sense, Any sense to return pieces I unframed.

The journey back remains the same. It makes no sense, yet it makes all sense. On the way home, I seek the sense to piece together a shadow of the man I still am.

I used to think I was taking four steps back After taking two steps forward, falling back in the mess I’d made before. But I am realizing time doesn’t run horizontally; instead, it’s a spiral staircase up.

Being wrong always leads you right. I am learning to be rightly wrong and wrongly right. Today, I find myself rightly on the wrong side of the spiral staircase that journeys me right home.

And the broken pieces lead my way: Broken pieces I left behind that I refused to take of the man I once was. Once a perfect image shattered by the brokenness I choose to leave behind.

It is in the mess I made yesterday that I found the man I am today.

The Morning After: Part II

Today, I found sense in all my mess, But no sense found me astray. Today, I colored, I spoke, I drew, I even wrote a poem or two.

Tonight, I shared with peers my shades. I was unafraid of what I might say out loud. Tonight, I was bold, sharp, a square. I found fractions of myself. I owned my spots, my stripes, and feathers too.

[writeland]

SEE-SIGHT

Confusion can bind

the colors that mime,

like transient of lies

that keep me confine.

I lean and leap unafraid

without knowing the way,

the voice in my head

tells me I’ll be okay.

On a shadowy night,

up, up I see a light.

“I will reach it,” I say,

I’ve got soul. I’ve got might.

Feeling a pull and a toggle,

sparks shoot out of me.

For a tyrant grand mountain,

T’is my conquest indeed.

Though I harness my fall,

I am contorted in all.

Guided step moving onward,

I reconquered it all.

I am the light in my compass,

my momentum is set.

Racing thoughts from reality,

I must beat them in stead.

Coming in, without me,

taking breaths from the dead.

Gifts of life I’ve denied me,

Out of sight I’m rested.

Behind the “I”’s of the witness,

“I must blink twice,” dare I say.

When the colors leap towards me,

I’m embraced. I’m at bay.

Electricity rising

emptying tears soon I see.

Multi colors now bind me

Make a heart skip and beat.

I see all me all around me.

I am around all of me.

No more blindsight behind me.

I am the heart that I seek.

I’m marveled before you,

before you marvel me.

The beauty all around us

is reflected and seen.

Now my heart fills with joy,

But with joy I now must,

breed LOVE, not lust for connection,

for connection is TRUST.