By Serenity Tran
Listening to the sounds of the falling rains on
the windows, my thoughts wander as gypsies do
within the echoing womb of my life
This is my home and my only haven;
its everything I’ve ever known--yet it still
feels somewhat empty. People pass through,
from time to time, and stay for a while,
but i still feel dissatisfied with this.
The wind beats unmercifully at the back door,
calling at me to open it--this wooden door so
warped by wind and time. The wind begs me to
open it and get out of this place.
Rain creeps inside through so many broken panes.
These windows have never opened, but i've
broken some in my frustration to breath.
i need to live
Holding cupped palms to the raging storm, i let
the ancient water pool in my hands. Bringing
my hands to my lips, i tip my head back and
drink of its eternal promises. Crystal-like
clarity and new awakenings open my closed eyes
and wake my sleeping body.
My dreams dance with renewed inspiration and fly
across the unfinished canvases of my mind.
I pray for them to set me free. The healing rains
cleanse my spirit and wake my soul. Wings over
water sweep me up from the dust and into the
whirling winds that came from the East.
Voices of divinity whisper of great journeys to
come and new days to live for. They speak of
new roads, paths, gates and exits. I walk on,
profoundly curious and intrigued. I'd forgotten
there were so many choices to be made. I'd
utterly forgotten to live for myself and to
make my life my own journey. My own story.
Renewed and ready, I open the back door,
stubbornly refusing to let the north wind
beat me down and crush me. I'm not yet ready
to become just another sedimentary layer of stone.
I grip the small metal sphere in my hand, and
with all my strength and might, push outwards
in a single, yet concentrated motion.
Forced, the door springs open like rusted mechanics
brought to life, littering broken splinters
and dirt on the ground. The door was warped closed,
but my determination to set myself free opened it.
Like a prayer, i look to the sky, where the storm
has eased, its wrath fading to a light shower.
The wind caresses my face like a gentle lover,
and the shining sun peeks out from behind
grey curtains like a forgotten child.
The rays of the fiery sun hit me like a surge of
electricity. I feel so alive again--clarity fills
my mind simultaneously as inner strength fills
my body. I become like a vassal to the gods. I
feel like a newborn child--ready to live and take
the world on, in all of this great magick.
I'd forgotten how bright the sun is, and how brilliant
and blue the sky is, how the sun can reflect the
colors of the ocean and mirror it in the visage of
the sky, how the moisture in the air can create
cloud and mist--and how it moves and changes in the
wind, like a living creature.
All this magick and simple beauty--it was always here.
All of this time, while so much has changed so
drastically, so permanently here upon the earth,
I'd forgotten to look up. To the skies, the moon,
the stars and sun--they have never changed, when
what lies below has. They move and travel with the
wheel of the seasons, but they are always there,
always have been, and always will Be.
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