"My-Self"
I am not who you think I am!! I m housed behind this flesh covering my bones. How could you know? I just found out myself. If you look into my eyes long enough, you could see me, stretching to life in the confinements of my head space. Surely, I didn’t set myself up in this prison. I barely escaped the archaic ways of my mind but time reminded me of my purpose and I moved between the gap of my breasts. Here, is where I have chosen to live and I m going to plant myself like that stubborn tree made to be my spine and listen to the settling of my leaves. I stand above a shaky core but the view is better from this vantage point. I can see passed your defenses and feel all the bruises your vessel has endured. They match my own and though sometimes I can treat them like a badge of honor, they feel bone deep and I forget again. Becoming a hollow bark, achy and vacant. Cold under the howl of the wind passing through me. Like petrified wood, time is my refuge and I m reminded again. It’s consistency provides endless opportunities to remember the fluidity of my ways and the intention of my arrival.
After all, my heart has brain cells for a reason!!
Journalistic Writing