Is this it?
Is this where I end?
How can it be like this?
How can this be it?
My days never dry of Grey and Green,
Always haunted by the emptiness in the white,
All this, stuff, to now fill,
All this sadness that lives in my body,
suffering has taken hostage in my Nerves
And a War has erupted inside and outside of me,
There is no calm,
I am living on the Other Side,
Whilst my body begs to be Lifted Up,
To be with the rest of Them.
Women are Whole,
We are crucibles for Creation ,
Gods branches stretching out from the inside of us,
We pour out our Guts only to wear them as Jewels,
Glowing from Nose, Lips, Ears, Neck,
Chest, belly, Ankles,
We wear our Armor in our Smiles,
Yet the Heart soars, loosely laying in Chest,
Supple, ripe, Loving,
My Weapon is Love,.
The superpower that never Fails to present itself,
Even when they came Down on Me,
Dragged my Soul from this Dimension into Others,
Separated Vessel from Spirit,
Separated Skin from Muscle,
I found my Desire thrashing even then,
But my Body got left in Limbo,
Mind dancing in the Sky,
Wondering about why my Bed was so far in the Clouds,
Why I had been Displaced from my Home,
What made me the Curse?
Why was Love so far from Me?