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
of perspective.
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.
Very beautifully expressed. Soon you shall fly away….you’re heart is on the right path
Thanks lovely xo
This was an excellent piece. Thanks.