6.16.12

Something I wrote today.

Such an unbearable urge!

A gravitational force,

I approach -- 

it pours from my mind's eye,

draws a spiral vortex of image and wonder.

I see my heart's color,

picked safe and sound in this wasteland orchard,

butchered from me.

I wander the barrens left in my Self,

and sometimes a Thought approaches me, lonely.

"Where are you going?"

I hear this call,

but what it means is, "Who are you?"

I am finding my self, picking up the pieces,

Salvaging the true.

I find each piece of myself and hold it, examine it dearly,

Clutch it close to me.

and then

a burst

Only the good are true, only the true are good.

Stripped and exposed, it's been so long

I forgot I was once like you.

A multitude of everything, sharper and clearer,

now a sense apart.

Liberation, sweet as a dream

on my tongue, on my heart.

Author's Note

Feedback of any kind would be welcome and appreciated... like editing suggestions, what you think would make the poem flow better, etc. Or maybe you could tell me if this actually is anything. This is the first poem I've dared show anyone in a long time.