malika
“How does it feel to have a daughter?
- At times it’s like holding a warm egg in my hand.”
I am wild by the hunger for all the things I have not had. Craving is one way to understand what it means to be alive! The thing just outside of your reach is the only thing you will want when the daylight drops and you are alone in your bed, wondering what will become when it's time to wake up.
Again and again, we rise to the sound of thunder! The light may flash, but you won’t reach for it. You will stay in your bed, no matter how dour. It’s just as difficult to set your feet on the floor when someone is with you. The warm embrace reconciles the guilt we feel at not having done enough with our lives. Yet I choose to linger in bed a little longer where my dreams tell me who I am; I am informed by the internal- the ETERNAL.
The external world is distracting- it is where I cloak my despair! I delight in the diversion. Hysteria is such a gift when done delicately. I dance wild and wet from the shower and shake my hair on the carpet in protest of keeping things separate. I stomp my feet to spread the sound of disenchantment- carve up the disillusionment with my tongue.
Muscles must be used, or else someone else will abuse them.
I am the wound and the woman who wields it.
Surrender to the suffering and you will escape the nightmare of knowing your limitations.
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