Is it what you believe
or what believes in you?
Labels: poetical thought
Late nights and early mornings
my sleep cycle is concentric
a spiral that shrinks into oblivion.
I sleep now with eyes wide open.
We loose our minds daily
trying to adjust our outlines to molds
boundless is how we're meant to be.
Because he is a man
I had to explain what it is to be a woman
how we worry about our bodies more
how we dissect the looks we receive in public places
package them, the worse gifts
we give ourselves over and over again
I am anxiety, Twitter fingers and one status update from being too exposed.
It is easy
to allow a stranger to take my hand
trace lines in my palm that I have played with for years
for them to say "see,
we are all the same; deep lines:
we have lived, are living..."
It is easy and not frightening
how simple it is that we might be the same.
I am all anticipation
it's how I know this is home.