a sacred existence

Laid down to doubt
Wondering where I went wrong
Waiting for tomorrow
To bring me back home

He gives me those eyes
Like I'll rid him of sadness
Or perhaps I know how succinctly I might

I run to the phone
Open up the apps
Check in with imagined connection

Wonder why every day I run back to the little screen
Begging for calm
Contentment
Love
From people I don't know and don't care alike

Now I am here
To pass on this worry
To offer my words
As a transference of grief
To an entity that might hold it more appropriately than my man mind

Might see through the cloudiness of fear and confusion
Might sort the strands and link them to hope
To relief
To courage
To seemingly out-of-nowhere falls from grace
Spontaneous offerings of insight
Gateways to another side

I know who I am
I am a keeper of keys
A doorway to our home
A worthy recipient of unique gifts
An explorer of life

Intent on tracing the outskirts
Intent on generating from the heart
A carrier of true love
A prism for the refinement of truth

A sacred existence
No one or no thing can revoke these attributes
No one can wipe them away through disbelief

It will sort itself out
The dust will settle
The sea will subside
The storm will pass

The stairway remains unblocked
Ready for ascendence into forever
Mama earth will hold your hand

--Sept 2nd 2015
   jitana