Unraveling
A poem about the place of transition. A return to self, and finding authenticity in a performative world.
There’s been an ache in me
An ache to truly become me
It took straying so far
Carving and caving, creating a scar
For long I thought this scar was real
Not only that, but indeed, me
Bending and breaking and shifting to steal
An image, a thought, a person to be
I grew and I blossomed, I flirted with it
This light that resided yet hid deep within
It weeped, it cried out, it reached out, it lit
Surrendered, descended then glowed through my skin
I tried to remember that small piece of me
Then one I let shrink, malnourished and weak
No matter how far I ran and at speed
I couldn’t escape the whispering we
Haunted, defeated, at last I recede
And bare this pearl, clear as the sea
No longer a mystery, no cage to proceed
I free this light in me, to shine as it please
