A Self Portrait
day 18
My eyes are a like a Nebula, their swirl of green, gold, blue-gray and warm honey-brown creating their own gravitational pull, …that only a select few have been strong enough to see all the way through.
My heart radiates outwards, creating an electromagnetic field that seeks to soothe other hearts; where, protected under my own tattered feathered wing, my beat lulls you to sleep.
My imagination is as wild as my hair, untamed bouncing waves of soft silk crashing down onto my shoulders… like the ocean raging against ancient stone cliffs.
My laugh is varied like wind chimes, echoing boldly through the night fleeting yet continuous in musical flight.
My smile seeks your smile in return, and my arms crave to pull you in heart-to-heart, and skin-to-skin, finally at home.
My lips are like sunsets; soft and pink and they whisper beautiful wishes (for you) as you slide into sleep… while you dream of kissing me in between the haphazardly strewn freckles that run across my cheek.
My future is built with the strength created by my past, transforming the turbulence of then into the ENERGY that is now; potential rising, resounding.
I am the cumulation of experiences and events that created me, that consume me, and that are yet to be.
I walk the earth, toes in soil, grounded a soul as old as the oldest tree has made a home inside of me. I matter; I am matter.
I exist. I live in the time beyond this moment.
I am a book with pages still to be written.
This is day 18 of my 30 Day Writer’s Block Challenge
