The Parting, by Angelique Porter

The Parting

Clouds in the sky part

And I’m underneath

Watching the sun appear

And

For a split second

I shy away

Uncomfortable to have the sun

Shine so bright

Warming

To be seen so vividly

I could never be a flower

That turns towards the sun

They crave it’s light

What I need

Is hard to want

But it’s the only way

To survive

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The stitches on my handwoven mask Began to unravel slightly It has been 3 years Of distance Of suffering

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

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

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