By Mac Guerreiro

Eye have my moments,

The ones in which eye am so rigid,

It’s a wonder eye can breathe,

The ones in which all that matters is that “you understand me,”


What a trap,

Because eye never quite feel that,

Even with those whom know me most,

There’s a gap should they hold me close,

Being hard of mind isn’t something eye treasure,

But it’s a defense mechanism and a measure,

For the perceived lack of safety in the present moment,

Yet “perceived” is the word to honor,

Because often times the threat is in my head,

And rather than pull closer eye end up pushing away instead,

To my detriment mostly,

Because it’s easier than teaching others to hold me closely.

Published by Mystical Mac

Born in Brazil and raised in California eye am an artist better identified as a conscious creator and intuitive healer. My gift for storytelling in various forms as well as my keen perception into the metaphysical allows me to share my perspective in ways that eye hope are of help and use to those around me. Thank you for reading, listening and watching; it means the world to me.

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