Oh, Dandelion

Oh, Dandelion
I envy you.
You are rooted to this Earth
in a way I never could be.
I AM of this Earth too,
but not
Like you

Oh, Dandelion
I envy
I envy
I envy your roots.

As I sit and smoke my cigarette
I watch your dried cousins
Turn to ash.
I inhale their souls;
Exhale my mortality

There is a sudden need to clear my throat,
I expel the demons and a cloud of smoke.
The remains of your dried cousins
Mixed with my saliva
Nourish you.

Oh, Dandelion, how
I envy
I envy
I envy you.

The Same Cage

When the cage is no longer just in your mind,

When the cage is physical,

There is no solace.

The same walls.

The same halls.

The same twists.

The same turns.

There is no escape.

You cannot find a way out,

Because there is no way out,

The confines become torture devices stronger than those your mind alone can create.

The same dreams.

The same nightmares.

The same tears.

The same fears.

There is no escape.

Spirits in the Sunlight

In the moment.

Exciting each sense.

The spirit takes hold;

It is heaven sent.

Hold it to the light. 

Watch them dance.

Lilacs, calcite, cherry red

Their reflections iridescent 

In the light you can see that 

Sprits can never truly be dead.

You can see their core

You can see their essence

They can be dangerous.

They can be deadly too.

Because really, at their soul

They are true.

Be honest; not necessarily open.

Being Honest and Being Open.

You can do one without the other;

However,

 opennes requires honesty.

That is inherent.

Allowing a person to know everything about you, letting them in ...

You can so simply avoid those things.

I can so simply avoid those things.

But I am honest.

One can so easily be truthful

Every day

All the time

Because

The truth is

Living life honestly

Does

Not

Require being open.

Move On

The last remnants of attachment, gone.
The last vestiges of hope, expelled.
It can be freeing.
It can be liberating.

The last nail in the coffin solidified
the fact.
Knowing it was inevitable was not enough.
Knowing in your gut.
Still wasn't enough.

When your predictions come to fruition
It is bittersweet.
Being proven right can be hurtful.
Being proven right can be unsettling.

Letting go is the next step.
Moving on, before and after that.
All one can do in life is keep moving on.
There is no final step.

The Misconception About New Starts

There is no such thing as a new start.
All that you are is the culmination of your past experiences.
Memories may be foggy;
You may not even remember;
But the past defines what we do in our present
In our future.

You cannot start over.
Once you have begun, there is no turning back.
You will undergo many changes,
You will learn,
You will grow,
And when you do look back,
You may not even recognize the person you once were.

But there is no such thing as a new start.

Part II