By Mac Guerreiro
Eye thought my throat was blocked,
My indigo center cut off,
Eye thought,
It was to my surprise that my throat is fine,
She’s a light,
Guiding my heart towards her,
For my heart is the one,
Stuck listening to the same drum,
An old song,
That sings of betrayal,
Of danger,
Of loss,
She holds on to all of the costs,
The injuries suffered,
Created and given alike,
She struggles to find the light,
In a space of wanting to grow,
And being terrified,
So eye validate her past,
And show her the present,
That eye have power she never imagined,
That eye can protect what eye couldn’t before,
That her fire can grow for it won’t be ignored,
For Eye’m a steward to that flame,
And slowly but surely she sets my world ablaze,
Melting the stitches,
Present for so long,
Leaving silver scars,
Making patterns derived from the Unknown,
In kintsugi fashion she comes back to life,
And eye let her in her own time.