January 15, 2022 |
Trust me, I did not wake in beauty
I woke clinging to mortality
Tearing away at tentacles holding me captive in a hellish place
My claws sinking into consciousness dragging me forward into the light
I woke testing my comforts and making convincing arguments to trust reality
Sifting through new memories
Weighing the benefits of those I keep
Pleading to release those I don’t.
I recall murky lakes and a solitary house
It’s drafty and leaks but it is home
Those who leave do so by boat
Leaving promises of return as intangible
as the fog that took them.
I walk the halls at night afraid
Finding no trigger for fear
The house is ideal but uncomfortable
It is alive.
…
I just traveled from this realm to my childhood bedroom
At night. I was overtaken by fear and this intense need to ugly cry.
I worried for a moment
At its momentum
At drowning in its flood
And I was met with a second me
Older and more knowing.
Sitting down on the bed beside my smaller self
She wrapped me in a tight embrace
And I as both she and me
Cycled between crying and comfort
Making the space my smaller self never knew possible
Glorious disbelief, as my younger self spilled years of misunderstandings
Hate and guilt and fear out into this beautiful universe
They fell with weight casting a fiery glow into the atmosphere
The younger feared she wouldn’t be able to get it all out
And the older knew we would be here again together many times
I rubbed the smaller’s back and swiped away her fallen tangles of hair
I cheered her on to give it her all
To let everything free
I told her I was here
And would never leave her again
I told her I knew
And she didn’t need to fear waking
For I would be here.
I held her for as long as she needed
And looking out on the horizons of our space
I saw more of us stepping forward from the shadows.
I smile to greet them and try to smother my guilt for taking so long to arrive
I can only say for now that we will get to all, somehow
Their embrace is caring and comfortingly patient but immense and full of power
It ripples through us all and launches me
Out into my waking form
Living the wrath bodily
Needing comfort of her own.
I’m both fearful and proud
I worry how I will hold on to such an adventure
If this captain’s entry will be enough
I’m replaying their kindness for patience to suffocate the guilt
And instead planting seeds of pride
For having traveled heroically.