The Painting

My world was painted for me long ago.  The brushstrokes titled “Your Significance”.  The colors hypnotize me, blind me, mesmerize me.

 I believe.           

I perform.

 I become. 

All crowd around me and carve their cravings unto my skin.   I am lost in my own mind, lost in all I see.  The prophet speaks, his booming words directed at them, directed to me, drawing me onward and downward.  I am baptized in fire and rise a vessel ready to be filled with their desires.  Was I wrong to play along, paralyzed by what my eyes saw?  The laughter, the joking, why am I here? The only things I own are taken from me: my body, soul, and mind.

The air is coated with heavy desire and I shrink under the weight.  I feel no fear.  No, not any more.  The fear now lives in my DNA, taking residence in my muscles, my bones, my blood.  I lost myself and my senses long ago.  My purpose is etched in my mind as I look in their eyes.  Their painting is forever reflected in mine.

Chaos to Beauty

The cacophony of rushing water
echoes off each cedar, each rock,
ricocheting from one to the other.

In the midst of the clamor,
an insignificant movement makes its way across
the arrogance of the water.

The creature sails through
and around and amongst the breathing tempest
landing on a boulder thrusting out of the river.

Her wings,
dampened from the shards of water beating the rock,
become too heavy to continue to lift to the blue above.

Sensing innocence, the watery beast grabs
and takes possession of her body,
taking her to the depths of hell.

Long after the river’s hunger is satiated,
long after hope is trampled,
the small creature finds herself spit out onto a bank of growth.

Her wings, thin and translucent from battle,
no longer carry her to the heights.
She lays crippled and disfigured.

Almost imperceptible at first,
something alive sprouts and flourishes immeasurable,
the petals gifting refuge and assurance.

She looks up into the eyes of…

And ever so slightly moves closer.

Then closer.

Then closer.

For the first time in many lifetimes she rests her eyes,
now knowing she isn’t alone.