Relative Synecdoche

I am revealed in pieces,
chip away, mine me, deep sea dive me,
peer through the holes in curtains covering dusty windows
and perhaps you will see pieces of my tapestry
carefully woven throughout my life,
guided not by Three Fates, but my own hand
my own choices, deliberate and purposeful
even when scattered and careless
appearance and reality rarely run parallel paths

See this life, a conscious collection of action, thought, feeling
unconscious collaboration of infinite lifetimes
forgotten memories, shared histories erased by rebirth
compassion, kindness, love, learned patience through
trial and tribulation, rejoice to replace envy
and work to plant good seeds, nurturing
the growth of peace and joy

Oh beloved friend, I have opened my mind
so that I can learn all I’m able, absorb all I may
to in turn understand you with a knowledge
that comes from communion and connection
a closeness I feel in my breast and dissolve upon
a white heart of Philia and Agape, perhaps Pragma
and so many other loves born of curiosity and bred by passion

Yet when you look at me you stand in marvel
for I am still robed though you were undressed.
while I find that most are comforted in the revelation
that someone will not just understand, but uplift
and I delight in my talented comprehension of
the human condition, enjoying the like-minded energy
we may share, I walk invisible past the mirror
I wouldn’t look into, fearful of the narcissistic pull
having learned my lesson over a thousand existences,
drowning while loving only a reflection of myself.

The time for seeing with our eyes is over
(did it ever exist?)
A time for feeling with our hearts is within reach
(it always was)
exploration and curiosity is a must
(as is trust)
patience a virtue, not to be misplaced
(as pieces fast uncovered are just as fast erased)

I put my hand in your hand, fingers interlaced
I try to walk as fast, just to keep the pace
I try to uncover myself, reveal in harmony
a time lapsed story, a linear retrace
but it’s so hard for me to strip down to base
to keep things in order and memory trace
as things in my mind are cyclical, the Relativity staircase,
a spiral, repetitive journey, in love, lessons and grace

I thank you for your patience
I thank you for your time
I thank you for investment
of heart and soul and mind
As I watched the sun rise and watched the sun set,
I selfishly had wondered, what out of this world I get
Instead of pouring in everything I have
and letting my reflection shine back a most selfless mindset

Now that change has happened, and growth will still occur
I share these pieces of myself, and with love and trust refer
you to these stories, a tapestry of me
A puzzle missing pieces, a tale told out of turn,
mixed up metaphors and fragmented synecdoche
to in part reveal a whole, something for which to yearn
I won’t make you deep sea dive or without light explore the caves
I won’t let you drown in depths, nor alone survive the waves.

I am the guide through my own life, for those who sit and wait
for those who give and share with me
who ache to still explore
I am revealed in pieces, so listen carefully
a slivered wound, manifold whole,
messy, clean, and unmasked soul
torn and frayed tapestry, resewn at some seams
gleaming, shiny, sparkling bright
pure and unadulterated light
a woods with growth old and new
forest fires, just a few…

So I will tell my tale to those
who’ve fought and understand
with checked privilege, proof of patience
those who’ve taken stand
You have a story that I’ve heard,
and so I’ll give my word
I’ll sing unlike the caged bird
for I’m already free.
I’ll sing my song for those pure hearts
who lust to undo me.

Queen of Oz: Lacking

There are some things in life I lack
A heart, a brain, and courage – threefold
These things are important, that’s a fact
To love, to think, to be so bold

To think (if I could) that I had none
It burdened me so that I could not sleep
Mistakes had been made, life was not fun
To such an extent I had to weep

I can’t do this! I said to myself
A useless cycle, a waste of life
To put these problems high on the shelf
To sit around in an endless strife

These attributes began to haunt me
Day and night, awake and dreaming
I wanted to find these things and be set free
I wanted to stop the despair, the tears from streaming

So I remained awake a night to plan
A search, a journey, a quest
One I knew meant for no other man
But for me alone, it was my test.

To stop living in a waking death
To put my foot down and make a name
To be more than some tragic hero like Macbeth
I knew my fate was not going to be the same

A Queen of Oz I would become
But first to set forth on this voyage to collect
Courage, a brain, and a heart, so I did not succumb
To my errors, but rather, they correct.

A mission impossible for me it seemed
I had no armour, no shield for protection
I had to set out as my insides screamed
I couldn’t stand the chance to pause for reflection

Now while the idea was fresh in my mind
Good or not I hadn’t any thought
But without a doubt, change must be brought
A heart to find, and courage bind, and psyche to see and not be blind.

It’s time I believe, I really ought
To start the journey, let the fight be fought
For endurance, honour, love and thought
It’s time to give it all I’ve got.