Embedding Seeds

Traversing over the rubble of my shattered world
I sought not perfection,
but a clearing on which to perch,
a look out for a new horizon,
I willed myself to harness what remained
turning rubble into a fertile valley
embedding seeds along the edges,
heaving others into crevices
hoping to push back the weeds,
willing life to come back and live.

The Poison, the Antidote, the Source

If I were to fade from the picture of your life
would all that you are missing arise,
iridescent holograms framing the edges
opening your eyes in my absence -
treasures abound - the girl across the room
aligned to your vision, looking at you like I do,
shimmering with adoration, just wishing,
she hopes for your unending affection -
beauty, youth unscathed and open to prosper?

With weathered hands I hold veiled and fragile
the strings of your life rouged and plump
exuberant glowing, esoteric riches, fresh
inflating with anticipation of what is yet to come,
squeezed by my pain, the unending weighted mind
pushing down upon you, cutting the circulation,
slicing, I add to the burden of your cart
lumbering down the road torn from over use,
travelable, salvageable, lifted by honesty.

I am the poison, the antidote, the source
secluded timeworn woman, wandering
shadowed sorceress abound in splendor
simultaneous reverie innovator
lapping vitality openly from the marrow,
constructing foundations of power surges
electrifyingly unpredictable predecessor
lighting unforeseen paths and means
soothing burns created by me.