It’s not my first time here
The scent of inattention
rises, detritus of stars
forgotten
fills my lungs with
tired cries, how long my time
had they besought?
Now with my presence
darkness threatens,
wordless lamentations scream
Grief so pure now
long-fermented flows
from cracks
beneath my feet.
But I have not
come here unarmored, unprepared
or unaware
I reach for Source
now unencumbered
to the Darkness,
I declare
“I have come to shed,
to share
Light
on that which was neglected
No more will you
need to seek
outside this space
your worth’s reflection.”
In a breath, the waters still
in murky, troubled
incandescence
swollen tongues
taste my Truth,
and sigh in
reverent obeisance.
Becoming... 