A blanket of depthless velvet,
stretched around this ball of breath and soul,
is dusted with pinpricks of glittering white diamond
that speak of the deep unknown.
Edged starlight bathes the land and sea
that is just as layered as Dante's hell,
and just as coldly complex.
against this encompassing enormity that cloaks me
I know this
yet I still find myself lost in the folds of emotion
that warps my thoughts and blurs my logic.
Porcelain and jewels, studded sharply with steep consciousness,
make up the ethereal being I look up towards.
I sigh her image, breathe her sound, hope for her guidance,
as I crumple from the weight
of the twisted threads of my armored thoughts.
Aphrodite or Artemis,
Demeter or Persephone.
All of them or none of them
have breathed encouragement and inspiration
into the directions I have turned towards.
Sensual awakening versus the use of a blade
tempered with the heat of a sharpened mind;
the pull of time against the eventual loss of my heart’s free will
pushes into effect
the subtle discovery of who I am.
The world then tilts,
and throws my weight away from the gravity I embrace.
and keep falling,
the sharp stars surrounding me and piercing me
with their obscene alien separation
that unravel what I thought I had always known,
which was always nothing.
Nothing that has kept me steady
And has pulled me into depths of chaotic oceans,
with waves tipped of foamed assurance
that growth is key,
But is it?
Who am I really, as I stumble down silver paths paved by false promises
and subtle hints that life is truly unknown with its many endings.
Who am I really, as I attempt to direct myself through mazes of hazy destinies,
all loosely connected by threads of thin dreams
and myths of ethereal origin.
Cutting words and honed frowns
glance against my chipped protection
and slowly work their way into my frail soul
that drips with shivering blue uncertainty
yet clings to steely dark determination
with a strength born of genuine desire
to succeed amongst champions and the lost alike.
My knowledge may be scarce,
yet experience with the throes of life
has created a foundation within me
with the ability to hold my own
in a storm fed by the erratic choices
of the Earth I stand on,
its soil soaked with the sweat of the past
its waters churned with the fear of the future.
I am all of these things, a rainbow of scars and memory.
I am uncertainty, the yawning black chasm that sharpens my steps as I continue towards the unknown tomorrow.