Fog in Clarityville

The calm somehow

Takes my inspiration from me

The emotions and intuitions

Seemed to compliment each other

Now calm and clarity

Fog me up

Feeling in the dark

For her sharp edges

All I find are smooth

Baby proof gates

Does this mean

I'm still no more than a child?

Inspiration has no age limit,

It must have been me who set these boundaries

I'm tempted to tear them down but my inner voice

Tells me this is how it should be

Quiet on the home front,

I can't do anything about it yet anyhow

My future self set those gates

Knowing me better than I know myself

I trust her,

She'll take my hand in time

Today is for peace,

For self care

Tomorrow too,

I need careful attention

I'm just a baby

After all.

Dux Ducis

Dear friend,

I can't deny

what you've done

for me

I thank you

above all

I thank you

There for me

when no one else

even knew

How could they know?

How did you know?

Supernatural

your strength

is supernatural

6th sense

can't hide from you

and your heart

I thank you

above all

I thank you

You say no guidance

so what would

I call you?

Canadian lumberjack

cut grandma out

the wolf

My naivety put others

at risk

thankfully, we both have other help

I miss conversation

the traditional way

the normal way

But that's too easy

I guess?

Maybe I'm not ready

Seems off limits

why is beyond me

open dialogue would be much easier

Tell me I'm wrong

tell me to my face

tell me

The naivety may be

stuck in place for now

you probably know

But how do you know?

Your gifts are indistinguishable

from what is heaven sent

Inunxissem

Guidance from

the

night watch

Looks like hard work

pays off

Looks like good friends are

one of the most precious things in life

Looks like family

is for keeping close

Looks like art

heals the soul

Looks like a good beat

and wise words

could please the gods themselves

Above all

I thank you.

Truly,

Ssyddneyy.

The Weights She Bestows

Since the first breath of science

a storm has been

brewing

which would create me.

Bound to two contradictory worlds

I teeter on a beam

the balance pulls me heavily to one side

my support is thankfully

beside me.

I've no training when I start

on the beam

but walking it everyday I get used to

the imbalanced weights.

The evidence is in the lack of bruises to

my knees and elbows,

the healing state of previous scars.

A shift in the weights

now I can handle,

I welcome the challenge.

I'd like to see someone like me

look at her scars

the way I do,

my purple trophies

carried around like badges of honour.

Except you wouldn't know,

they're hidden from your eyes

and when exposed

to you they would only be imperfections;

because you wouldn't know

about the beam

and the weights she bestows.