in the womb
of religion
i'm weightless
awash in the fluid
of another’s imagination
i’m birthed
warm and comfortable
tightly swaddled
in a cozy blanket of tales
voices echo around me
soothing my infant soul
into quiet dependency
rock-a-bye, don’t think
rock-a-bye, it’s real
you’re a broken human
only we can heal
in the arms
of religion
deeply i sleep
my eyes heavy
my childlike soul
trusting, believing, vulnerable
i tell myself
i want to be
in this embrace
forever
rock-a-bye, don’t stir
rock-a-bye, don’t see
we will decide
what you should be
i hear another voice
not without, but within
there is no echo
it’s quiet
and clear
foreign
yet familiar
i sink
within myself
to listen
wake up, you must think
let go of the zeal
it isn’t true
what they’ve told you is real
i’m afraid
i feel myself waking
i grasp for the comfort
the warmth
the familiar . . .
gone
my eyes blink open
it’s bright
i stand alone
and wonder
as if for the first time
who am i?
where am i?
what am i?
i hear the voice again,
my voice
now that you’ve stirred
now that you see
you must decide
what you will be
every morning the sun whispers
as it warmly kisses your skin:
“wake up beloved human,
here’s another chance to begin"
"i will never give up on you
i shine for you each day
i’m your biggest supporter
consistency is my way"
so, when you think you’ve lost your chance
and opportunities seem so few
feel my light touching your skin
and remember you can start anew”
i should be working . . .
yarn over, yarn over, yarn over
i should be cleaning . . .
yarn over, yarn over
i should be exercising . . .
yarn over, yarn over, yarn over
X 10,000
POOF!
wow, an afghan!
and oh boy is it cozy!
methinks
it’s time for a nap
zzz . . .
i see you floating there
just off the shore
and i must encourage you
to pick up that oar
it might be nice
to relax and stay
but around the bend
is Lucky Bay!
don’t let the name fool you
anyone can go
and seize opportunities
if only they’ll row
so pick up that oar
and give it some hustle
you make your own luck
when you use all your muscle
i can’t wait to see
all the luck you create,
the way that you’re rowing
is proof you’ll be great!
i have a little voice
that talks to me
it tells me what to eat
what to wear
what to say
and what to do
it's not too bossy though
or too loud
i know i don't have to listen
or do what it says
and usually, i don't
because what it tells me to do
is always harder
than what i want to do
but i admit
sometimes
i do wonder
who i'd be
if i did everything
the little voice
tells me
to do
