The Great Divide

Back when the moon was simply an orb

Reflecting the divide between two forms:

The facade presented and the soul that lay beneath

A life of confinement marked by the plague of foreigninity.

Too afraid to speak and too afraid to be

Too afraid to express so I painted masks of sanctuary.

Guided by a map with no destination

I easily followed regardless of my heart’s hesitation

To speak would be to expose myself to their judgement.

I am left feeling too different for liking yet too familiar for acceptance

As endless waves capsizing the vesicle to self-love

I continued to paint for the sake of sanity

The image formed a being I no longer sought to recognize

I tried to tear it down and repeat until I found a reflection of myself

If you stare long enough she begins to look real

If you cut deep enough you’ll see the person I try to hide

How does one sow seeds of love in areas where plants simply refuse to blossom?

Why await the harvest for a person I simply refuse to know?

Back when the moon was simply an illumination of the journey ahead,

But life becomes nothing more than a dead ended road

Yet somehow you keep driving because it’s all that you know

Today I decide to pick up a new canvas

Painting the person I hold to be true

The plagues of yesterday lay the foundations of today,

As my changing tide paints the new age

Who I am becomes more than just an image

A snapshot in time defines my future

I am the storm and the calm,

The winter and the summer.

A coalition of all things pure without limitation.

This new image lacks the taint of restraint

Unbound by the hurdles that I cultivate

If life outlines the road map that defines my being

I repaint the journey and I choose the destination

You dream because you can,

And you live because you must

But to be alive is more than just a choice

I live to see my image in full form

Bold, wild, and beautiful

I am the moon

An orb of wonder and solitude

Not lonely, just simply alone