Once lit up six moons, maybe eleven, in advance of coming home and now a picture sparks

nothing

emptiness where once there was joy, life, a sense of self

How many seasons did it take for the anxious beating of my heart to turn from

excitement
to
apprehension

How did my soul, my bones, find their way to a no as solid as stone?

Was it in the subtle evolution of rock formation

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does it matter?
how I became this me, the one who doesn’t recognize her, who in one choice feels a lifetime away?

Shedding. Shed. Reborn. Relearning all I thought I’d come to know and understand about who I was.

Labels.

Shed them all

Build upon a foundation of silk and clouds and raindrops gently landing on petals and leaves, shelter for the critters underneath

The steps taken need not be the ones plotted on a path by others but those I find with

my own

two feet

(a start/to be continued…)

I feel a shaking about

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the life I’ve known unrecognizable, foreign, unfitting in my skin

I feel like
I
am

rebuilding foundation of me

a buzzing confusion
all that was produces anxious rumblings
running fast and far away and yet

here

I am

Steady soft surviving

Not quite knowing of this rip’ning
What to make
So I make
For a break
To this taste of freedom
That I’m feeling with uncertain trepidation

It happens without knowing without flowing
Miles ahead of where I am, yet there all the same, all at once

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Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

I can’t, and yet,
It is this earth quaking, soul shaking, electrifying feeling that
Has me reeling
Can’t define or defend or even really comprehend
But here it is, no doubt before me in my pores I’m sinking
Into
Self

Can’t sleep don’t wake me

I feel lost. Unknown. Becoming all the same

What happens at dawn, at reconnection?
Will there be recollection?
Did I short circuit, bust a fuse, go on the loose?
I’m so confused.

Is this a breaking? Or a remaking?
Am I crying or merely dying?
Soul unshaking from hinges of bolts built in for decades reaching away from all that’s given, all that’s hidden

(and pause/again/what is this life but wildness?)

The tears come,
flood my brain, pour out my eyes

Trying to smooth, clear away, make sense of
the rubble left behind

I don’t know if there’s sense to be made
at least not yet, maybe not ever

Feeling how distant all that once felt close
can suddenly become

Unnerving, how the world does that,
tilting everything on its axis

And you don’t quite know how you got here,
but here you certainly are

Trying to refind the ground beneath your feet
as it shifts like quicksand

You steady yourself and try to hold on as you
realize the tectonic shift may not be

Done, may be time to brace yourself for
aftershocks of indeterminent size

And your eyes like rivers
Your heart a crumbling mountain

Steady yourself with the breath of the moon
Warm yourself with the love of the sun

And be, just be
In this moment, no matter what comes next

(and so it continues/ever moving forward)