Sometimes
my body tries
to weep-tremble-scream-hyperventilate
at the same time
and then
my surrender to the Goddess
is not with intention
but from exhaustion
stretched beyond strained dimensions
a mirage of mind mid-melt
tortured patterns of cyclical deficiency
layered in tenths of millimeters
over musculoskeletal framework
Deep cisterns
of fought-away tears
that had to go somewhere
when my inner self became a stranger
befriended danger
and engaged kamikaze-style shame humiliation sessions about it
Always my heart
pinned to the dissection tray
since what else could the world take away from me
as I’ve shunned earthly pleasures
digital measures
and a sacrosanct constitution
that brands me a blasphemer
Where is the 'me' left
that would revel in the label
laugh and license this status
as the epitome of hard-won defiance
with evidence-based validation
I wish she were here…
… amid escaped murmurs of
“Crime to be this tired...”
a tattooed script on each limb
as I fall
—ephemeral faith
and final offering—
omen
The Goddess Omniscient
She holds time in her temple
like an elite array of adornments
among ancient secrets
Removes from me all that does not sing
Reveals covert chronic afflictions
Runs handfuls of warm ocher along fatigued flesh
Restores etheric balance deep inside
Reassures soul
that lost is not a perennial state
and that eternal peace
does exist
this side of heaven
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This was so Beautifully penned, Dani! I've missed you on here! I hope that you are well!
Love this. Amazing job.
Oh wow!!! Loved the line,"A mirage of mind mid-melt" Loving this!!!
My, oh, my! Your pieces are always such a joy to read! Your style is so unique. It does not seek to justify itself, it just is. With every word, you breathe self-confidence, openness, and hopefulness. You are one of the most talented writers I have had the pleasure to know!
Sophia, proclaiming the Wisdom of God in Psalm 133: "How blessed it is when kindred dwell together in unity. ... For there the One Who Is has declared the blessing, even life for evermore." Blessings to you, my friend, & peace. Shalom.
Always my heart pinned to the dissection tray. I'm so in love with that line. Loved your poem!
Another truly emotive and captivating poem ❤️🙏✨ when my inner self became a stranger befriended danger - I love how you say this, so succinct and such a deep truth -
Such a captivating piece. I love the symbolism in your words. Wonderfully written.
This is utterly beautiful and so vulnerable <3
I just love the flow, and meaning, of your words. ❤️
That heart pinned to the dissection tray! Your understanding of self and depth of emotion thrums through your poetry!