With thine eyes like the stars
Glistening and shimmering.
Thine voice is but the wind
Surrounding me, whispering.
With thine face like the sun,
Lighting up my face.
I love for us to be
Two beings together.
For now, we reside
As sun and moon,
Not together but linked.
I long to be the ocean
And shore.
Always together in perfect harmony.
Thou does not notice this longing,
Hidden like Pandora’s box,
Though shining like gold
In a treasure chest.
T. Marina
You only want to leave
because you just got back.
You only long to go
because you just went.
How do you explain
that you are always split –
Your heart and soul –
Split in half…
There is a piece of you
that is always away,
Pulling you like a magnet
and the longer and further
you stay away,
its pull start to fade…
You become accustomed
to the tugging and pull.
The closer you get
to the piece of you, the tug
and pull and magnet
Is recharged and strengthened –
You start to feel whole again.
You start to feel your pieces
connect and be at peace.
The fire inside reignited and you
open your eyes to see clearly.
Then as you part,
as you go away and leave
that piece behind,
You are awakened by
the pull, revived by starting
to break apart again.
Jolted by the pain, holding
back the tears as the
fire dies down to embers.
I don’t want to leave
because I just got back.
I don’t want to go
because i just went.
I need to leave
To become whole again.
I need to go
To piece my heart and soul
back together.
But in going,
I am not leaving home…
I carry my home with me
into my future and to
my place.
I can feel my blood boil –
My skin start to itch.
Gripping and releasing fists
To expel some energy
Yet the energy won’t go.
It stays pent up
Gaining heat and acceleration.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Keep breathing.
Calm and steady.
Tame the beasts –
Cool the blood to a simmer,
Back to its river.
Slow the heartbeat
And tune out the energy –
Expel the energy
Somehow.
Get rid of it before
It consumes you-
Before it breaks you,
Before you lash out with it,
Pushing a shock wave
Of pent up energy —
Reduce the energy back to
Its constant, quite,
Steady existence. Not boiling,
Bring it back down
To be able to move on.
To focus on something,
Anything but this.
T. Marina
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