Let my tongue stain your cheeks
The infidel has awoken,
Lush green trees bless my morning eyes
The dirt caressing my feet,
Ants welcome me into the day as they dance upon my toes
As if padestrians prostrating upon the heavenly geound
Prayers can be heard rattling from their legs
I’m in a state of calm yet calamity
The body is under an emergency attack
One that is needed to destroy it’s borders
Boulders don’t hold up the waters
The flood has come and gone
Then returned to make bruises out of skin
I am unseen, the eyes don’t see past broken body
I am raging yet silent,
The quietness intimidating,
The floodgates of nature are wide open,
Every morning the birds chirp the morning sunshine into my ears
Whisper sweet nothings to awaken the dream out of me.
Yet still I am quiet
Vivid images, all a spiderweb of my past presented in the form of Dream
Of mind curating pictures to make sense of what once killed me,
Looted me of my own skin, my voice, of what was supposed to be,
Yet still I am quiet
A fire is ruminating in my chest,
I am afraid of the dragon that will breathe if I don’t hold my tongue,
But I hold my hands high
Above my head,
In vulnerability and acceptance
Just look,look and look.
Growth is near,
But my silence is deadly
Look.