The Poet

I am split in half Peeling to the walls Waiting in this frozen fire to be pulled from the flames

I feel as if my soul was stolen or fragmented When you left I felt you took pieces of me away

Take me back to Zion Where the Kotel filled with prayers, stands Take me to our homeland  Take me close to G-d and please let her hear this prayer

It is time to wake. To remove the vision of a place where only I can go. To barely escape. To leave behind the hazy nothingness of my subconscious. To open my eyes and find it.

To be one In the night and when I wake

It lies there in your shapes and lines and hues. It is obscure how they join to become an elegant portrait like yourself. In the background my angels feud for who will keep more of me. I sneak and hide and cry usually. Because of my conscience. Because of every burden. I wish only to…

There is danger among here I cannot go a day without my heart being stolen and when it is returned to me it is worn and defeated, and I wonder for an instant if this shattered heart is worth wearing anymore.

Death invites him and all he lusts for is to leave himself Wherever I am, I haunt me and all the shadows and echoes of our past visit us in the night They force themselves in, uninvited Crawling in our minds

I was born a head of nightish hair and sapphire eyes and today I look so different the soft lips and big eyes accompanied my transition My body is merely sixteen though my mind thinks itself archaic

There is a pain in leaving oneself unguarded, vulnerable, and fragile. Trust is not a thing to throw away. We must share but remember to leave fragments of selves for ourselves. Or else we may become the property of somebody else.

To ignore myself and construct stories and be and be the empty spaces the voids where I am left alone aching to be touched

Cradled in being where people become, I become myself Where I pray to G-d, and discuss my sins I live to be and nothing else