Liquid Me (poem)

[drowning moon]

In the darkness I am who I a was ment to be.

No longer trapped in one container,

I become liquid, fluid,

able to become the me that the goddess saw

before my grandparents were born.

Unhindered I rise,

washing over distant scapes of mind,

ebbing and flowing like the tide,

changing and becoming the world.

At dawn I solidify,

flesh calling to spirit,

wrapping me once again in muscle and bone.

But at my core I am waiting,

waiting for the flesh to slumber,

wanting the release again.

For in my heart I am liquid,

I am whole,

and I am free.