LIVING STAR

 

There is this light within me that no one can see.

I won’t let them.

I hold it dear, clinging to it as though it were my lifeline.

 

Time has taken my hand and led me away from it.

But it calls me.

I hear its voice in the morning when I wake up.

I listen to it in the quietness.

If only I stepped into its grace.

 

It would hold me strong.

But instead, I deny it.

Push it away.

Far, far, into the vastness so that I’ll not linger for its return.

 

I’m afraid.

This light sees through me.

My shield is invisible.

Rays of truth spur my heart,

leaving it wide open.

 

It bleeds for what it does not have,

and pleads for what it wants.

Threads bind my suppressed emotions.

 

Stoic.

A statue in life.

Standing, when I want to crumble.

Distance to protect fragility.

                                              

Off-balance by containment.

Spreading my clipped wings.

The fierce wind catches my breath.

My toes sink into place.

 

Scared to lift from this foundation.

It grounds me.

Keeps me here.

A script written in pen.

 

But as the branches grow,

My arms reach for something beyond the paper.

It climbs into another world that I do not know.

But this place knows me.

 

It has always been there,

Even when the fog kept me blind.

It sits on the edge of who I am.  

There is no mistaking its purpose, its guidance.

 

I only have to give in to it.

Let it rescue me from myself.

Plead it to shine brighter, and never,

not ever give up.

 

I’m here.

Exposed.  

No barrier.

 

Burning like a full moon.

Creating footsteps,

however soft or loud.

A reflection coming into focus.

 

No mirror of judgment.

Allowed to steer,

set sail into the choppy waters,

following wherever the path leads.