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It was the day I witnessed something

The day I twisted into nothing

My other beings surrounding me

from the frail and meek

and confused little me, afraid of everything

beneath my feet

and in the sea

When the wind catches each

particle, each one when touched

poked or caressed

ripples through the earth and air to reach the other one

creating a vortex world

one where each being can long for

forever

through music 

and words

and the cells in our bodies

that make us tighten our muscles

and relax them again

when we breath

This is my stream of consciousness

Where I belong

Where you belong

The days are long, yes

The frailty runs deep

The days are gone, yes

The dark ones have now become

my shadow self, adrift into mist

but with rigid form

And the other being, 

the child,

the one that cowers at compliments and

positivity and love,

remains there

coiled and afraid until I run to her

like a mother wolf ready to protect and keep and love

and see

fully

My shadow self, my former self, my child self

With me like the wind.

Each one with a certain scent like

the sea breeze, the honeysuckle, the morning dew.

Each one with me.

Sometimes surrounding me. Like orange cones,

sometimes fenced in,

sometimes up above

watching me

for me.

Sometimes behind me, pushing me, prodding me

Sometimes ahead of me,

gently tugging me through

Sometimes beneath me

breathing in air so deep

it lightens even the water within me

and I become free

These aren’t just the words I live by

but the ones that have

awakened me.

The ones that have made me see me,

beyond me.

The ones that make me see you,

for you.

To come,

to arrive,

to survive

this place of being,

for you

I see you

because I have seen me

completely.