Expanding my vessel means,
feeling more deeply,
and being troubled
less.
Seeing the traumas and horrors with
unflinching eyes,
I know that I have abused
and been abused.
I know this continuum only ceases to be
when someone stands up and
says Stop!
To Speak, I must know.
To know, I must feel.
To feel, I must see.
Stare into the light all day,
all I can see is stars, I am
dazzled and
useless.
Stare into the blackness all night,
all I experience is existential crisis, I am
numb and,
frozen.
The orbit in my body rises and falls.
The light and dark
take their turns in perfect rhythm and
harmony.
Joy and sorrow cannot deny
their perfect marriage.
Deny this, and I am truly
lost.
