She is Goosebumps part 2

 
She is a lifeforce and a horizontal line
Lost between two shores
A swish and a swirl
Vitality and dance
Closing chapters
Opening doors

She's finds goosebumps
Her lifeline becomes a thousand right angles
A whole not a half
She is alive
Through a tickle and a laugh

She breathes
And her breath is her warrior
She cries at those who roll their eyes
As they carve holes into her geometry
And she becomes rage
Erupting
Leaving her breathless
Blocking out the commentary

As she searches for her core
Raw clay that solid enough to be moulded and formed
Awaiting to be sculptured
Like Venus de Milo
And the Mother Mary

Dislocated and contorted
Like the internal foundations of her home
Precious ornaments within each room
Serving platters and  pomegranates
Awkward silences
The smell of her mother's warmth
Something always cooking
And reminders of her wrongs

But home is neither here nor there
She is a circle and a square
Boring withdrawing

She is surrender
And she stands unprotected
Afraid to let go of what she's holding on to
Love
A four letter word
Of Endless happenings
Old patterns
New codes
Break downs
Awakenings
And chestfilled supernovas

Which explode within her
Gifting her a graceful mess
In her suffering and death
She finds the treasure of life
In her labyrinth
She finds
Belonging
To the Divine
Inviting shadows to be forgiven
And broken winged birds can come and nest on new branches
A place where neglect becomes a distant friend

She imagines
She will be a constellation
A black hole
A lifeforce
A horizontal line
In a gathering not alone she will sing
To Truth
And ask it to carry her
With hope on one wing

She will be Springtime and goosebumps