season shifting
I think this is my spring, this renewal of something lost, buried or abandoned that is coming to life again. I'm posting this as public, and I've decided that I need to rework my journal and make some things public, and change some things to private, so that the story told here reveals what I wish to tell. I don't know what I'll end up doing, but I trust myself to do something, bit by bit, as I can.
I wrote this on the T. And I actually even put some effort into reworking it. There is more of me and my truth in my poetry than in the long rants about the daily stresses and dramas of my life. So I'll share.
"born of one truth"
If I found a way to express how
Amazed I am at
How inspiring they could
Seem if I let myself be
Inspired, amazed at
The beauty in subtle acts of
Truth and bravery,
Creativity and kindness,
and brillance shining
I can see around me
I imagine that
My heart would break
And maybe broken I'd be
Freed from this prison of
Blindness and defensiveness
Isolation and tragedy
and destructive fear.
Could someone else imagine
Maybe just from my words
Imperfect but honest
I doubt the dream but
I still dream these "if's"
And I cry at how
I'll never be that artist
Never a singer or a poet
Never a girl with a guitar
I don't know how
I'll ever love again
Like I use to
In the way I imagine poets do.
I imagine I might but
I don't trust that vision
Safer that way
Safer in dreams than reality
How do they see me?
How do I wish to be?
I wish I could just say:
"I love you, you're beautiful
You inspire me, amaze me
And I ask nothing more than
To let you know that
To have you listen to this truth
"And if you want to
Maybe your heart would hear
And stay open to
The possibility of
Being amazed and inspired by
All the beauty around you
All the truth and bravery
Creativity and kindness
And that brilliant light
I wish you could see
How we all shine
All us stars shine
Can you imagine?
Can you dream?
If we all did
Maybe someday
The world would be safer
For dreams to become reality
"Can you imagine?
Can you dream?
Can you see?
Can you love?
"And if you can
Would you choose to?
What would it take?
What can I do?
What can we do?
"What do you imagine?
What do you dream?
What do you see?
What do you love?"
And so in the end
I would ask more than I meant to
But I suppose that is how life happens
We imagine something simple
And life becomes complicated
Imperfect and broken
Between dreams and reality
Between fear and action
But my words are born of
Just this one truth:
I love.
I wrote this on the T. And I actually even put some effort into reworking it. There is more of me and my truth in my poetry than in the long rants about the daily stresses and dramas of my life. So I'll share.
"born of one truth"
If I found a way to express how
Amazed I am at
How inspiring they could
Seem if I let myself be
Inspired, amazed at
The beauty in subtle acts of
Truth and bravery,
Creativity and kindness,
and brillance shining
I can see around me
I imagine that
My heart would break
And maybe broken I'd be
Freed from this prison of
Blindness and defensiveness
Isolation and tragedy
and destructive fear.
Could someone else imagine
Maybe just from my words
Imperfect but honest
I doubt the dream but
I still dream these "if's"
And I cry at how
I'll never be that artist
Never a singer or a poet
Never a girl with a guitar
I don't know how
I'll ever love again
Like I use to
In the way I imagine poets do.
I imagine I might but
I don't trust that vision
Safer that way
Safer in dreams than reality
How do they see me?
How do I wish to be?
I wish I could just say:
"I love you, you're beautiful
You inspire me, amaze me
And I ask nothing more than
To let you know that
To have you listen to this truth
"And if you want to
Maybe your heart would hear
And stay open to
The possibility of
Being amazed and inspired by
All the beauty around you
All the truth and bravery
Creativity and kindness
And that brilliant light
I wish you could see
How we all shine
All us stars shine
Can you imagine?
Can you dream?
If we all did
Maybe someday
The world would be safer
For dreams to become reality
"Can you imagine?
Can you dream?
Can you see?
Can you love?
"And if you can
Would you choose to?
What would it take?
What can I do?
What can we do?
"What do you imagine?
What do you dream?
What do you see?
What do you love?"
And so in the end
I would ask more than I meant to
But I suppose that is how life happens
We imagine something simple
And life becomes complicated
Imperfect and broken
Between dreams and reality
Between fear and action
But my words are born of
Just this one truth:
I love.