In the wilderness of poetry
I’m wondering if you can envision what I ascertain?
We are so different
I search for the truth and beauty
in the darkest of human holes
black space envelopes me
I grasp for inclusion
The birthing of a spark ignites a light
only the energy of a soul shares
I am a soul, wild, free, alone
creating a moment
A dangerous place this wilderness
Untamed, vulnerable, holy
Will you even see me with closed eyes?
Will my sacred courage stand
My breath like a slow fog expels
I smell the pines in the forest
standing firm, grounded, wild
I belong here
My pen is my voice
like the smell of the pines
it cry’s out to be noticed
Fragrant words seducing you closer
vowels lighting the narrow path
to the beauty within my wilderness
I see you!
I listen and look with a painful heart
anticipating true belonging.