unbecoming

I’m a road, the edges of which are

    Felt but unseen

        Heard but out of tune

            Chosen without direction

I’ve arrived

    I’m becoming

I’m within this abandoned, yet

        Hallowed space, this place

            Where I bathe in choice

                  This place where regret is

                        Futile

I am patience

   I am curiosity

I’ve been without the love that I once

         Shared, in a space

             Where I am not kept dry

                 From the rains of sorrow,

                From the reigns of the royal King

                     of anger and Queen of want.

I will embrace

   I will surrender

I am standing under the

          Umbrella of my story, asking to be

           Kept dry, asking to find love again;

                  to  Laugh…again…to unbecome

                      Again …and again…and again

I am of this world

   I am within this world

                       I am this world

I am the direction that the rose of the

           Compass points to and says, “There!”

                 “That is the place!”

                          “That is who!”

                      Before blooming into a

         Palette of a thousand colors that will

              Dispel the sorrow and loss with a

                        Beautiful embrace and say,

                               “I too have lost”

                               “I too have unbecome”

                                “I too am.”

                                       “I too…”