October 27, 2020
Continued from Unpacking My Self
Layer upon layer unpacking body, mind and soul.
What lies hidden?
What truth remains–
To be seen?
And heard…
Alone in a crowd
All seemed
“Perfectly normal” except
To the one who
(Hiding behind false pretenses)
Locked behind the weight of her own hollow eyes—she felt
The weight—what could she do?
Perfectly normal
Insisted she remain quiet for the sake of those
Around her
Who
Would rather not know
The awful truth. And
Anyway,
What could they do? (Better not burden those already
burdened with troubles of their own.)
Unnoticed by most, she waited
Until the day her wings
(Ready or not)
Would carry her to a place where
She, alone, could finally
Exhale.
A place where lies are separated and discarded—truth
Neatly folded and placed on the top shelf; a place called Home.
And now reflecting back on the years
With grace-filled eyes,
Accepting the losses of shattered dreams,
Picking up broken pieces, discarding them too–I am
Clearing space for new ideas to emerge; my wings neatly
Folded and placed on the top shelf—I am home.
Home.
A place inside of quiet refuge and rejuvenation
Surrounded by things that matter most.
Things soothing to the senses and
Necessary for nourishment of
Body, mind and soul.
A place where routine becomes ritual and
Each day is a blessing from God…where angels are invited to play
And seek shelter in the storm.
Home
Is
A
Place. Tangible. Real.
Built on a solid foundation to last a lifetime.
Life takes time to build and time is precious: everyone knows this.
Do they? Then why in the world would they want to destroy—?
There is no answer.
No reasonable answer.
Self-abuse is still abusive.
I am concerned with angels. I cannot change the world.
I can clean my own home and make this place a place of beauty and order.
A place where even gods find refuge.
I have work to do…
–NZain💓
Thank you for reading.
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