POETRY
Burying A Stranger
I stand by the ruins of what once was
Gazing ahead, my eyes full of tears.
It's a bed of roses, and I'm a wearing a crown of thorns.
I'm standing by the grave of what could have been
What never was.
I dig a hole with the pain I've collected over the years.
Maybe I should bury it too?
I'm burying a stranger;
Someone who never got to be
Someone I never was.
Someone you stole from me.
And now I'm there standing
On the ruins of what could have been
So I mourn,
I hail
And I pray
For the stars to finally appear
So they can guide me
To a brighter path.
Unravel Me
"Unravel me" I whisper to myself
Untwist the sore knots
So I can see ahead with no obstruction
I know you're scared
Unravelling means nakedness
Of the
Soul.
It means seeing yourself
Almost for the first time.
Still,
"Unravel me" I repeat.
"Unravel me" I raise my voice slowly.
"Unravel me! Now I shout.
It is not an order
It is not a demand
It is a plea
A plea for truth.
I beg you to let me see myself
Without the fluff,without the bluff.
Let me see who I was,who I am,who I've become.
So,unravel me.
Do not leave anything hidden
No stone shall be left unturned
Everything must be shaken
Everything should be unearthed
Everything on the table
For you to see,and contemplate.
Unravel me,please.
So I
So you,
So we
Can be
Free.
The Lady In The Pond.
Deeper in the woods,she goes
In search of the things she doesn't know.
She's noticed her,she doesn't seem to
mind
The Faceless Woman in the pond.
Is She Resting ? Drowning ?
Regardless,She sure does look peaceful.
Envious of her serenity,she continues her walk
Searching in the darker parts of the forest
For a bit of that peace.
But every path takes her back to the pond.
Back to Her.
So at last she decides to come closer,
And closer.
Until she realises that she is gazing at Herself.
For Julienne,
For Julienne
The one I cannot quite put my finger on.
For Julienne,
My question mark
My "Would She have been proud of me?"
My "Wish we had more time."
For Julienne,
The One who gave my heart everything it owns.
Everything I am.
For Julienne,
The One whose life became a legacy
woven into my skin
Whose death taught me everything I know
About Pain,
Loneliness
And Love.
To Julienne,
The real "Potomitan"
The one whose spirit reminds me
There is strenght in tears,
Courage in vulnerability.
For Julienne,
The Maker
The Provider
The Wisewoman
The Magician
The Soldier.
For Julienne,
My Julienne
Mine,
My Morning Star.