Month: February 2015
I held a Jewel in my fingers —
And went to sleep —
The day was warm, and winds were prosy —
I said “‘Twill keep” —
I woke — and chid my honest fingers,
The Gem was gone —
And now, an Amethyst remembrance
Is all I own —
there is so much pressure around me to be perfect. The struggle to survive in this world gets to me sometimes. And so I try, being propelled by others intentions till the point where I don’t see one. The struggle hurts and I get lost again, to only wonder and ask, who am I? And I decide to ease my way back in.
I had been practicing lostness for years. I was Alice down the rabbit hole she never even saw. I fell. And I fell some more, with no idea where I would land. But I learned to appreciate the sensation of freefall, and most important of all, I did land, and I walk less carefully then I once did.
D. Smith Kaich Jones