this body of mine is a temple
i pray and i live here
i float away in spirit
but i return here
here in this body of mine
soul is not metaphorical
life is not a test
this rugged reality is real
but the body- the temple
the soul- perpetual ruins
Category: An Ode to a Rugged Reality
i dress to dance and then to sit
i wake to eat to then go back to sleep
i amount to nothing to everyone
i walk to go, to arrive and then retreat
i amount to nothing to mostly everyone
i dress to dance and then to sit
i am nothing but nothing to everyone
but i’ll say this:
all that you own and achieve
can you take it with you after death?
i know with all i have, i can
we all return to death
we are the children of death
the moment we breathe our first breath
mother isn’t mother
fate would not have it that way
we all return to death
but refusal to live is punishment
this breath is not a precious stone
this life is not purpose filled prose
this body is not a perfect prison
this living is just for living
broken mirrors and unfinished pillars
here’s to the rugged reality
where sadness has visited
and after two decades
has finally left
broken mirrors and unfinished pillars
my face will never be the same
my pace is slow to react
unable to let go of the mistakes
under my smile i hide
these ruins are not metaphorical
test the patience of peace
test the waters i will
i have been flogged by life
so test the fires i will
i only come to know the winter’s love
test the patience of peace
and chaos i will bring
but i’m just this woman
this scowl is not frightening enough
i don’t know what fate is
i am as ignorant as they come
i see you
fate is a coward
hiding behind each autumn
the eyes change
but the scent doesn’t
i see you
playing hide and seek
tripping on wet leaves
and leading me down empty streets
you are a coward
fate is the ultimate deceit
here is this woman
i have to start with “I”
this me, i hide
but no more
i cannot hide no more
here is this woman
not a lord, nor a god, or a nymph
here is this I
a scowl under the smile
living at a glacial pace
carrying with me all of my mistakes
Early Dew of Morning 