the duality of she.
Her familiar voice
A whisper amid dark tar
Thick and sticky
Words stick to me:
You are capable
You are powerful
You are intelligent
You are lazy
You are flawed
You have no idea
Not a single clue
Call me naive
That’s what she calls me
Yet still I trust the thoughts she places
Delicate chess pieces in a battle
Whose motive only she knows
Still I let her words caress my skin
Like snowflakes,
small and delicate
Like every small step i’ve taken
Every grain of sand, seemingly insignificant
That forms a pyramid
Every small victory in life’s battle
She reminds me
By small means great things come to pass
harsh and cold
Pins and needles
I wrap myself in warm blankets
Until their safe folds become a scalding blaze
Fueled by the memory
of past disappointments;
each one a grain of salt
Ground deeper and deeper into every cut
A goal has left on me
She tells me:
Being driven can be rewarding
Being driven can be brutal
No matter the emotion, the result is still
The same
That i’ll keep chasing my dreams
While her voice
Lifts me to a higher plane
And drags me through maelstrom
She emboldens me
Inspires me
Is me