SPIRITUAL~I~TEE

SPIRITUAL~I~TEE

So many things bring tears to my eyes lately

Is it the fluctuating hormonal shifts

Of a pre-menopausal woman?

Or is it that

finally, I’m allowing myself to feel

Safe in my own emotions?

For they are a part of me 
that I pushed away for so long

For fear of looking weak

Not being able to face my own fears or needs

Putting myself inside a neat compartment

That fit the rest of the world.

What I have learned through all this is that

It is our deepest and rawest emotions

is what truly connects us all.

Words are not even needed, as 
language is often the tool

of the deceptor

Sometimes used
to spin a story of half truths
being left to read between the lines

And even worse

OMMISSIONS

No words needed, 
but for a completely different reason

I can see through the pretense

Because I have finally faced mine.

I no longer go out to seek others

To follow me

With my very own brand of personal philosophy

My spirituality

I need to travel on my own

I need to roam 
where my spirit takes me

To a place that only a few

Who are patient enough

Willing enough 
to ask me

Where is YOUR truth.

I will still spin my words for you to read
some truth, and some fantasy

But you will find me

in my own version of real~i~TEE

conversing with the white butterfly

and black jaguar

as my only company

(c) Teresa Mary / Divinia Nightfire 19th Feb 2014