*artwork- via miscellaneoushi.com
Tiny seed of longing
Was planted in me when I was two.
I’ve never been asked for a permission
I’ve taken care of it relentlessly
Fostering it into monstrosity
Weave its branches into every supple cell of mine
To keep me buried under
An unrestrainable jungle of thoughts
To sentence me to an infinite
*artwork- via pintrest.com
I’ve gone astray
Amongst the fir trees of my years
Under cold snows
During sweaty summer evenings.
I’ve failed to tie a string
Or leave a bread crumbs trail
So I can find my way back
(36 years ago)
When I slipped into this world
And maybe then was happy.
Invariably, i am
( a sad little girl- an angsty adolescent-an all accepting woman)
Just looking for a place,
One guarded and secure,
To keep my hopes.
*artwork-“Christina’s World” by Andrew Wyeth.
|imagine metal lid over a deep hatch.
heavy. rusty. covered with dust. way out of use.
i tried my best to keep it closed
pushed with all the strength i had
and, boy, i may be strong with my eyes shut
but i received the permission, and i can not hold it anymore
it is free
and it is endless
and i don’t even understand what it feels like