Daily Thirty, #00015

I am slowly, oh so slowly,

Learning to embrace

The fullness of my power

Stretching these hands, these fingers,

Testing their reach, both visible and invisible

Feeling the tug in my heart, in my mind,

In my gut, all synchronized

For once in my life

I am all myself

Together in my brokenness

A whole of many fragments

A song of many voices

Something came back after a long journey

An absence now becoming a presence

A dream stirring, something old,

Something new, something

Familiarly blue

A fairy tale returning to itself

A forever upon a time

Something lost that was not a loss

A shedding, a molting,

A growing of wings.

The words are coming back

Flexing strange grammar,

Seeded with new meanings both absurd and significant

They have learned how to shape-shift

Giving new forms to spells

And curses

And prayers

Do not read too much

Between the lines

It is no longer safe

It is no longer sane

My skin itches

My true form aches for release

To bloom with abandon

Without shame

Without care

To revel in its oddity and strangeness

To rebel against expectations

To be beyond age and yet

Brimming with wisdom that

Nobody wants to hear

Because there is terror

And horror among the true and the good

And there is always a battle to be fought

A war to be won

A story to be written

A story to be told

Once there was

Now there is

And there will always be