deep within
stream of consciousness
it takes
such
c o u r a g e
to
j o u r n e y
deep
w i t h i n
to
s t a r e
d i r e c t l y
into the
p a r t s
of
y o u r s e l f
that you
w i s h
not
to
s e e
to
s p i r a l
into the
d a r k
s h a d o w s
of your
m i n d
to
w i l l i n g l y
look at
and
d e m o l i s h
your
embodied
d e l u s i o n s
to
s c r a t c h
b l i n d e r s
from
your eyes
to
w i t n e s s
the chains
y o u ’ v e
w e l d e d
wrapping you
in the
w e i g h t
of
your
o w n
d o i n g
so tightly
e n s n a r e d
that your
f i n g e r s
become
b l o o d i e d
in the
r e l e a s i n g
to
q u i e t
the
c a c o p h o n y
echoing
in your
m i n d
allowing
t r u t h s
to
ring deep
e m b e d
to
l e t
g o
to
l o s e
t h o u g h t
and
f i n d
p r e s e n c e
to
s u r r e n d e r
to crawl
t o w a r d
the light
to
r i s e
w o b b l y
on your
o w n
two feet
k n o w i n g
l i b e r a t i o n
to
s t a n d
a g a i n
without the
s h a c k l e s
and
w a l k
on the
e d g e
but not
fear
the
f a l l
because you
u n d e r s t a n d
what it
t a k e s
to
f l y
to fully
i n t e g r a t e
t r u t h s
buried deep
to be
R E B O R N
not as the
p e r s o n
who
w a s
but
as the
p e r s o n
w a i t i n g
t o
b e
About the Creator
Kristen Balyeat
Words fly to me on the wind, bump me as I'm strolling the city, splash me in the face while I rest by the river, and shake me awake in the middle of the night—I’m humbly one of the vessels they use to come to life.
Also, i love you:)
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