Building Of My Soul

You were there

When my soul started to explore

Its true identity-no more hiding

In a conservative chrysalis;

You watched me dry my wings

And take flight.

And you were there when I flew too close to the sun,

I played with fire

And forgot that it burns.

My wings turned black

As I fell to the ground-charred Icarus,

Fallen star.

And you never left my side as

I tended my wounds

By moonlight.

Sometimes even the best medicines don’t come in pills

From doctors.

Sometimes even the best medicines don’t work.

And as my soul tripped over itself

Like a baby deer learning to walk,

You said it was too much.

I was too much.

You left me in the woods,

And told me to find my own way home

But you,

You taught me how to spread my wings, and

You caught me before I hit rock bottom, and

You were the best medicine,

And you are my home,

And you left.

My soul withers,

You snapped the stems; I did not bloom.

But my roots run deep.

Running with memories,

I will chase the stars;

My soul is a nebula-I build galaxies.

• Chaos
• ocean
• poetry