Cracks and crinkles
It pushes through
You shake and you
stir me
I want to be cocooned
Blowing your nose
and after it felt so good
A relief
A breath
A peaceful inhale
I’m star pieces broken out of
the square
Kintsugi
A Taylor-Swift inspired
line
When deemed unworthy
they still wanted to take from you
You create individuals
You don’t create pairs
For your glory
My gut, my instinct
Will carry me (you) through
Having needs was my ‘melodrama’
You are both my saddest story
and my fuel
Because nobody is capable of
hurting me in the way you have
Leaping out of the box
Wanting to tell others
never to be afraid to not be
a ‘good girl’
Because the fragments of me
will become light sources
in wicked moments,
that are not even remotely wicked,
for little you
How very inconvenient !
That you can fly too
You are so much more than
all of this
There’s so much I need to
say to you
As if, deep down, trying to have
me believe it,
Years of boxed-in
It’s there - for me, too
Not to overfill your schedule so
much that your purpose is in
your productivity
and how much you can do
What - obedient, silent
You weren’t going to get that
from me
Such a scandal !
Even though my soul was crushed
Knowing what I am
The magic in who we all are
The instinct I doubt every second of
my life
Our instincts, our bodies,
All we need -
as proof
I try to nuzzle into me
but I don’t know how to
Because starry eyed dreamers
have no homes
I, of no substance
An unreality living amongst the skies
Shut off ..
Because, lets face it -
You (all) told me to
I wasn’t good enough for your world
The gentleness
Softness
that I longed for
My drama and shapeless, non-conformist
energy
But a deep awareness,
even though I could never do it
Was my only inner-‘proof’
Of what I strive for
See the starry eyed dreamers
One day, you will
(Try to make it not matter if you do)
It will be different this time
A child like creation
To be crushed
But, I know why I felt suffocated
and why gold lacquered pottery
That never apologises
is the type I trust
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