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Evolving Emotions: Tarot Reading

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The cards that hold

Knowledge I already knew

But couldn’t access

 

The hands that have seen

Roughness

Niceties

And warm gestures

 

Grazing the cards

Selecting aimlessly

 

A past

Repressed

And bottled

 

A present

Confused

And hopeful

 

A future

Essential

But fearsome

 

Forming a row of formidable cards

They speak and expose

 

A heartbreak two folds

Too strong

Complications of roads

Too intimidating to choose from

 

Decisions neglected

Thoughts finely pressed

And set aside for a different morning

 

Desires to be realized

Dreams to dazzle

And worlds of people to meet

 

Such an accurate picture

Painted by the person

Sitting before me

 

Divulging my concerns

Encouraging my pursuits

 

I heard what I yearned for

Absorbing the words

From across a rickety table

 

UMMA: Queer Night

Evolving Emotions: Numb

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Sights have lost their luster

Songs are no longer melodious in tune

Colors are gray

Lights have darkened

In a haze

 

My pupils lazy

My mouth lame

My limbs heavy

 

Unable to express

Unable to cry

Unable to feel

 

What would it take?

 

To allow the dreaded

Thoughts

Sensations

And concerns

Inside

 

Accepting them

Embracing them

Unafraid and willing

 

Would it make a difference?

 

In the haze

There is no beginning

No middle

No end

No light at the end of the tunnel

 

It is an indifference

A distance

An apathy

 

Disturbing as it may be

Not feeling

May be dangerously appealing

As a small price to pay

 

Evolving Emotions: Bliss in the Dark

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Setting in the west

Purple and blue hues

Over the plains of grass

A peace fills the air

Dotted with stars

My friend sits in the sky

Pronounced against the black

We are alone together.

My neck cranes

To witness his light

Grazing my face

I lay in the grass

Looking out

Darkness surrounds me

Concealing my existence

Only acknowledged by my friend in the sky

 

A profound comfort washes

Across my skin.

The softness of the breeze

The chill of the night

The peace in this place.

No judgement

No eyes upon my flesh

Probing my mind.

Just me on the Earth

And my friend in the sky

 

How blissful is anonymity

The release of the pressure to conform

The anxiety of inadequacy

The worries for the future

And the loathing of the past.

My friend steadies me

I shine with him

Our bliss in the dark.

 

Strange Fruit After Billie Holiday

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Your limbs are tendrils 

Flailing in protest offbeat

to the beat of hearts 

Working

  to understand

  your speech. 

 

Seek the neverending sending of messages that

teach upstanding misunderstanding of 

 

Your hair and why it crinkles

So early after water stipples hit 

Freshly 

Burned 

Skin 

Cells that work against it 

Turn you thick to sense it 

Coming 

Before 

The wind

 

Your reaction

Almost human

Flesh

always brazen to the thought of the world we’re in. 

 

Evolving Emotions: Centrifuge

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Having depression and anxiety is kind of a

Funny thing. 

 

Those depressed moods

However awful they are

Remain comfortable 

Remain separate from the whirlwind of

Thought and obsessive

Worry

I can’t fall from the floor

 

There is no surprise 

No jarring suddenness 

 

Just peace in the low and dull

It’s a sick cycle

That enraptures 

Makes me yearn for the consistency 

That is ruining my life.

 

You don’t take chances

There’s no point

 

You don’t try things

Why would I?

 

Are you ever going to start living your life?

Do you want the truth?

 

Maybe a day will come

When the anxiety isn’t so grand

And the depression seems just a little 

Unappealing 

 

A day where I step out from the centrifuge

That whirls and spirals

And step into the light

 

With a novelty I never knew 

And a take on life 

I had never held in my hands

With a world of possibilities 

I had yet to realize