Here I stand. I'm spiritually cut open into a million pieces. All that I thought I knew bleeds out. My body is emptied of any memories of the past. Like autumn trees, I let go of everything dead. Fill this empty shell back only with the spirit I was born with. Wash away the stench of this world. It can be so cruel. So hard. I'll let all of that bleed out of me on this altar. Let the only thing remain be the root of what you planted in me in my mother's womb. I came with it and I will leave with it. Wash me clean of everything else. You are the water to my soul. All I know is who I am. All I will leave with is who I am. All I am is all that you are. I'm finally fine with only being that and only leaving as that. My life would have been lived GRAND with being that alone. Nothing less than that. I'm content with being made by love of love. I'm content if I'm the only one that knows this truth. This is not my final resting place. When I go home I only care to see your face. So, every night as I stare in the mirror, take me home to the center of my soul. As I stare at all that I am, I hope to also stare at all that you are. Here I stand. I'm yours. Do as you please.
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