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
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
language is often the tool
of the deceptor
Sometimes used
to spin a story of half truths
being left to read between the lines
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
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
where my spirit takes me
To a place that only a few
Who are patient enough
Willing enough
to ask me
to ask me
Where is YOUR truth.
I will still spin my words for you to read
some truth, and some fantasy
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
(c) Teresa Mary / Divinia Nightfire 19th Feb 2014
