Postcard #20
Imogen Reflects
Reaching thru bars of cold steel
Pressed on through softness until all that you feel
Is the pull that remains when you wrestle with pain
Carried away on the wings, known by all living things
A message rings true, it minds not the brain
Tied to a stagnant and delicate thought
This battle’s been won
Altered and fought
By invisible soldiers, hardened and bruised
Once programmed, confused
Now marked from the scars, scrawled round to survive
Circle patterns of fear
You’re alive, you’re alive
The one who steps in, is the one who can see
The one that is you
The one that is me
Stare forward to face
That loop which is real
Messenger truth soul releasing the wheel
Shaped versus flush, holding seconds like hours
Patience like ours beckon seedlings to flower
Surrogate guidance stunts rushing your growth
Healing for both with the utmost of care
Powerful rising, deaf yet aware
Expansive flip-sided interchanging dimension
Combine luck with fate until there with intension
Morph rushing river to rippling small task
Unclenching of oaths, follow questions they’ll ask
Let go, watch it go, watching growth, let it grow
Reflect on the message drawn wild in the sky
Needn’t we answer their where, when and why