Life is Poetry
We Heal as We Reveal
Do you want to be seen for who you really are? In this essay and poem, let’s implore how and why we want to be “seen” by those we love.
When we reveal who we really are to those we love, we desire to be seen, accepted and loved. And we heal as we reveal.
Soul Revelation is a unique kind of exposure. As we reveal our authentic selves, we are ripping away the persona, the ego, the representative. Yes, we are naked and unashamed.
In these moments of self-revelation and self-realization, the passion can be strong; therefore, it takes a heart that is ready for love to receive it. An act of true self-revelation is holy and sacred and validating.
With this in heart and mind, I present to you…
If You Saw Me
I sometimes catch images of you in my mind as I pause for a glimpse. Just to remember. I remember brief moments when you looked directly into my eyes. But it’s only a moment.
And the moment passed.
I remembered everything and some things I even wrote down. Just to remember. During tranquil moments when I hear nothing but my own breath, I wonder If you saw me.
Or was that too a moment.
Hope springs up and I swear you did. Hope springs up and I wash my body in fleeting joy. I am captured in the rapture of yet another moment.
But it’s only a moment.
I pray that Hope shows her face no more so that I won’t cling to promises unspoken Asking, no begging love to give me something you can’t. I’m holding on to that which has no resolve, no recourse, no reciprocity. Those moments of joy and pleasure all pass yet taste so sweet — intoxicating.
But it’s only a moment. If you saw me, it would last.
We could dance to its rhythm as our bodies melt to euphoric melodies. A song would last a lifetime. The dance would not end.
But only if you saw me.
Some days I shut my eyes to pretend and it’s almost enough. Still, I’m not good at pretending. My passion is too strong to sustain the dance alone. It’s not enough to satisfy the desire that wells up inside. It’s an unquenchable fire that reminds me of me and calls out with extreme demand.
The flames are hot and do not singe but oh how they burn. If you saw me, you’d know. You’d dance in my fire without fear of reprisal.
Only if you saw me
Surely, I have a way with words. My voice entices you with expectations. My words speak sheer bliss. My stories and visions hold you captive.
But it’s only for a moment.
The spell takes its toll and you run for refuge. Yet it regains strength and captures you again. Confused and dismayed fear girds your desires.
But it’s only for a moment.
Then you remember. You want to taste but you know it is decadence. So you dare not touch.
Oh, yet if you saw me, I would not only enchant you with mysteries of what could be…
You’d join me in this dance, You’d dance around the fires. You’d reach out and touch the flames. Moments of fleeting joy would not be enough.
The passion would consume you and you’d rejoice in the consumption.
But only if you saw me.
Fam, I’m curious, Have you denied passion or do you lean into it? Is your heart ready for love?
Please share your thoughts in the comments.
