By you
I am gifted
I am gifted with seeing—the eyes of a seer pried open
I must look even when I wish to close
Myself
Clammed shut I hide, I run, I weep
In the corners where none could find
If I was different
But I am not
I am not
And thusly I am
This window into you
This cloaked hindrance wanting, needing
To hide
In the corner
These thoughts
Thoughts, which are, not mine
And I hurt, not for me, even as it feels of me
But for the thousand ones searching
Wanting, needing, dying
I hurt for the ones who cannot
Whilst I can
I remain in this world
To be that which is naught
Some carrier of broken dreams
Bringing light into the darkness brought
To me
This scattered, nothing girl
Who wavers back and forth between want and not want
Who is all at once here, and then, all at once gone
Into the corner
Hiding, craving to be less open
Less aware
Less filled with knowing
That is from somewhere beyond
As I am just a girl
Trapped between two worlds
Unprepared, yet prepared
Lost, yet guided
Broken and re-broken, until alas I have no choice
But to heal my wounds with words
Brought out of the corners
Where I hide
Where I remember
Where I long to be less alone
And remembered
As one, who has lost her way
In the wave of truths
Brought onto me
By you
5.20.19 Samantha Craft
May 21, 2019 at 2:14 am
yup.
social shamans
we been way down, way high to find
how life works her time
©️Robin Birdfeather 1999
May 23, 2019 at 10:59 am
lovely 🙂