They Call Me Chaos
They call me chaos, a complete contradiction to myself. Pages of disarray, defined as a little too abstruse obscured views, built on foundations not quite ready to hold my heavy.
Yes, I feel the weight of the world beneath me. I carry your loss as much as my own. My throne has not yet come to me.
I am queen somewhere, but this life and I are not yet aligned to build the bridges required to save us all from the inevitable f a l l we are facing.
Still, I will hold my arms wide, tie myself to the core of the problem. I will stretch each limb to the rim of your hurt, and hold it for as long as required. I will not let go until I am wise enough to find the solution.
Yes, they call me chaos, they say my dreams are unattainable.
I am a box of worms because the can they locked me in could not contain me.
Pandora showed me the way and in my world, we speak what we feel, we use art and poetry to shield the bigots away. We hold hands and embrace each other through languages that don’t divide us.
Come and find us, everyone eats at this table and not a single shot is fired.
I can’t breathe through your knee is echoed into a verse that initiates actual change, that stays, long enough for the world to see the wounds it has created. Providing a bandage big enough to wrap our hearts around the start of something different.
There you have it, come along for the ride or turn your stride away from me. I will be somewhere else, writing it out and taking on the world as I see it.
They call me chaos and for as long as I can remember I have been searching for a way to say this is me and I am proud of it.
©2020 WF Jessica Banks