The constriction of abiding
In a worn out hide
Because unlike the snake
I never took to scales
My rebalancing
Occurs
On the inside
We come into life
Poured into a tiny vessel
And identify with a face
A body
That is pure transformation
A reflection greets the day
We say
Ahh
Here she is
Me
This skin
And bones
That belong
to Me
But nature is constantly eroding our coastlines
Taking
Giving
Rearranging
The birds fly above
Watching everything shrink as they rise
Eagles don’t cling
They glide
To find similar height
We must look further within
Perceive the soul behind the eyes
Find locus
Unlock focus
Skimming
from toothbrush
to comb
to soap
I meet my exterior in the mirror
whisper gently
“Come on you temporary thing,
let’s begin
again ”
Over and over
Until it’s over
So wonderful, containing so many truths
Thankyou Bush boy 💕
Love the metaphor rightly so as we continue to meet our evolving selves. Good night / Good Morning ing my friend! ❤️
Hi Cindy as I read this, it is evening light and the scent of Orange blossoms after the recent rain – beautiful smelltrack (this should be a word?)to be seeing you pop up in my comments. Have a lovely day/night 💕
Awww yes, a word for sure and it sounds heavenly. I’m thinking of posting my last post just to raise awareness or stir the pot on Substack if I can figure it out. ❤️
yes, the re-balancing occurs on the inside and is reflected on he outside: a calmer, brighter exterior —
Loved the poem, I feel like we’re a new person every day and every morning is a chance to start over.
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This hits deep 💭🔥 feels so real and relentless 💥📖
Cheers thanks 🙏