Carried Young, by Angelique Porter

Carried Young

The stitches on my handwoven mask

Began to unravel slightly

It has been 3 years

Of distance

Of suffering

Of watching others in pain

I’m not where I thought

I would be

But I can’t go back

That’s not a world for me anymore

I’m in this time

That I call mine

Survival calls my name

I won’t be left behind

Again

The love of the autumn day Pierces through any opportunity For us to stay warm I thought you would never stay But here you are

Clouds in the sky part And I’m underneath Watching the sun appear And For a split second

Inner Outer Let it be Or change, or let go Accepting is hard when

It is a very beautiful thing To want to grow older You know it’s coming close But you would rather choose To lay in a golden sheet

Sleeping, weeping drops Of rain leak through The leaves on the tree Outside my window Sloshing of wet

Wavering back And forth The sea rocks My boat And I’m never

Peaks of green In the highs and lows Of the valley Spark into my heart Where the feeling

You can’t love someone who is hurt… They think they’re protecting them… all the while they’re hurting you And your soul knows no rest So move on

I went outside On to the freshly moved grass In my era Of Buddha I hoped for enlightenment

Stretching Far along the Thin white line in Minnesota The curves take you Back and forth

The days the sun blast Throw the field in the summer Bring from it an armor It’s soft and Billowy through and through