Days when light triumphs
over the darkness in me:
Personal Solstice
~ Chubby, capable ~
~ Artistic, sure, expressive ~
~ My hands are blessings ~
I ate the World today.
Not really a binge - I justify -
because I didn’t eat a lot of any one continent.
But I surrendered to an anonymous fickle hunger;
blind-folded and willing taste-tester of planets.
I ate like an empty person
trying to fill up
not sure exactly where the leak was
but certain I could stuff it up with pistachios
if I ate them quickly enough to bind.
I ate like a person trying to cover up a tattoo
smearing on denial like makeup
pretending no one could see how deeply my skin is scored
by years of shell-building
and other ill-considered cheese grater decisions.
I ate like the act could change reality -
like each bite could be basted into my cloak of invisibility
over the atrophied limbs of my creativity
wasted from spending too many years strapped in a chair
where the main challenge given me
is juggling seventy-two-thousand dusty details
without letting anyone see my arms move.
I ate the Whole World today
(and drank some of it too.)
I didn’t do it in a cloud of self-doubt and reproach,
but in a probing, searching, grasping way.
In a hungry-for-something-if-only-I-could-identify-it way.
In a way I thought was behind me and evidently isn't.
I still can’t regret, it even so.
Yes, I ate it all.
But as I recall each vacant crunchy sweet salty mouthful,
I see how far I’ve come from the unexamined appetites of my past
that blindly accepted calories over real nourishment
and concealment over bravery
and I find I’m a step further than I was yesterday
from the World eating Me.
Oh, people pleaser,
steeped in false humility
gagged, obstructed, stifled, dammed
choked silent by overlings
who want you only so good
but never better
than their apparent
superior strain.
How can you lay there
whored to mediocrity
wasting your luster
patina peeling, rusting
hiding your glimmer.
The time will come when you’re forced
to throw off the yoke
seize reality
declare your godhood
at last, to shine true.
None of your excuses then
-your child self wasn’t nurtured-
-they won’t love you authentic-
-you do what you have to do-
None of that holds sway
when framed in the light
of your last sunset,
you find that being YOURSELF
was the real purpose
and you sold out to avoid
making any waves.
Lonely? Need a friend?
Companion ~ soulmate ~ true love?
Shelter dog awaits...
Thankful for small things
Sweet song on car radio
Sunshiney March drive