Divenire

 

 

                                                           The sand is seeded in the lines of my face,

                                                   As the sun points its rays at my pained soul.

                                                   It laughs at a spirit so shamefully displaced,

                                                   And mocks the tempest of this restless dust bowl.

                                                   Sand rolls into cuts that have disfigured my corpse.

                                                   In a fetal position, I shield my comatose heart

                                                   Against the stings from a lover and dreams that are warped,

                                                   Those dreams, like cheap fabric, have been ripped apart.

                                                    I want to dive into my being and tear away from its root,

                                                   This weed that has strangled every nerve that once quivered.

                                                    I will search for the seedling which will burgeon with fruit,

                                                   And I shall till this wasteland that has dried and withered.

                                                   From beneath the sand shroud, a small finger jerks,

                                                   And a palm emerges and opens up to the sun.

                                                   Sand falls from my lips as they curve to a smirk,

                                                   As I feel the pain drain and the battle being won.

                                                   The glide of my gypsy soars through my soul,

                                                   Replenishing and filling the void that was there.

                                                   I lift my body once dismembered, now whole,

                                                   And take leave from this desert, swathed in the sun's glare.