a little bit of everything
No one could tell that there was any friction in her
That she would ignite the first spark all on her own
That she would run with it
Spreading a fire in all directions
No one could blame her either
She was full of energy that could no longer be contained
She would no longer be swept away
But instead, be the one to fan the flames
How many times must I fly around the sun
In this dance of night and day
Watching you rise and fall alone
Before you remember where we both belong?
Continue reading “Eye of Ra”
I started whole
Complete
One big, unaltered piece
Never lost
Always in place
Until cuts were made
Sharp and deep
Until there were many pieces
And then many more
And more
Until it was too much to keep up with
And I dropped pieces everywhere I’d go
Sometimes I would miss them
Sometimes I’d forget about them
Sometimes I’d feel incomplete
Sometimes I’d try to fill the spaces with things that didn’t fit
I tried to make the wrong pieces fit
I tried to use pieces from other puzzles
I tried to enlarge the pieces I did have
Hoping they’d fill in the empty spaces
Nothing seemed to work
Or worked only temporarily
But it’s okay
I make it work
An incomplete picture can still be art
I am still art
I decide if I’m complete
Unsent a message
Just as soon as you sent it
But I took a screen shot of the notification
A mouthful about nothing if you had to unsend it
A whole paragraph about things you’ve been feeling
Just to take it all back
To make me think that I’m seeing things
If it isn’t there now, did it never exist?
Typing, typing
Stop.
Offline.
Well, just say what you have to say
Or don’t bother at all
What’s the difference if you’re scared and always “unsending” your feelings?
Alright, let me say something, for a change:
I’m not sitting around waiting, so if you want something, express it.
Don’t take it back shyly. It’s not cute or appealing.
I like…
Determination.
Expression.
Confidence.
Hit Send!
Okay, wait… did I really just send that?
What if I’ve been shunned, removed, exiled?
Am I still a part of the movement?
Or have I been deserted?
Do I have what it takes,
Or has all my energy been exerted?
In the light of day,
Do I appear to be sublime
But when it gets dark out,
I am less than divine?
I ask because I truly wonder
Do I dare feel confident
Or have my dreams been plundered?
If the moon should shift
And show the other side,
Should I be afraid?
Should I run and hide?
What if I don’t feel safe, secure, sheltered?
Am I still courageous?
Am I quick to fall
When it gets too heavy?
I know I need to keep going
Keep pushing through
But are you really out there?
Is it really true?
One day I dream,
One day I don’t.
One night I see,
One night I won’t.
If the sun should fade
And put away its glow,
Will it all freeze up?
Will I turn to stone?
Lola M Kelly 