I weave a God’s Eye
with the strands of my aching heart.
straining to see with the vision of the unseen,
the construction of this wayward pattern,
this painful unravelling.
I dwell inside the dreams of others like a tenant does in an apartment,
renting a small space in which to live.
These walls are not what I would have wished them to be,
if they were mine
I would paint them differently.
I seek solace in myself.
Within my void,
truth rearranges itself,
refining the movements
of its delicate shadow dance,
turning and shifting
with changing gradients
Like the caterpillar in the cocoon,
I am formless,
a nascent fledgling of raw possibility,
just hoping to someday
become a butterfly
and fly free.