A woman stands
On the edge of realisation
A craggy precipice
Of navigation and negotiation
She’s trampled toward
Then clambered along
For some time
Choosing
Fumbling
Bumbling
Mumbling
Debating
Struggling
Persevering
Avoiding glancing
Into the abyss
Beyond the solid rock
Over which she’s scrambled
Improvising
Her unknown course
Resenting
The continuing existence
Of the inhospitable landscape
Through which she’s rambled
Forging her irreversible path
From the source
To arrive
Here
Now
When did she stop and look?
Wow
Suddenly
It seems
Terrifyingly
Her sight and heart
Are filled with dreams
As they dive
Into the previously unseen
The roaring canyon of
Can be’s and will be’s
And she tastes
The prospect of “free”
On the tumult of air
Given off by
The wild seas
Of perpetual generation
Thriving
In the void
Beneath her feet
As she stands
Breathing
Just to breathe
Creating
For the sake of creation
And exhilaration
Has its own
Momentum
Thrilling
Unruly
Without direction
And delinquent wind
In pathetic fallacy
Whirls about her spirited body
Waking up her skin
Stirring her within
She grins
And begins
To move
An imperceptible
Arrhythmic sway
Gradually
In its own
Ungovernable way
Swirls into
Disorderly play
And eventually
Abandonment
And mayhem
Becomes her
On these uneven rocks
Above this bay
At this time
Of infinite possibility
Ecstatically
She revels
And reveals
And releases
Long held responsibilities
That were never
Actually hers
To begin with
Without apology
And prizing
All her worth
She rapturously thrashes
On the
Ever-revolving earth
Shaking off projections
She knows have been a curse
Laid on her for someone else’s benefit
Defying behaviours
She was taught to rehearse
For someone else’s entertainment
Dancing out demons
She was given to nurse
From the very moment of her birth
Excreting from every single pore
The poisons
She was unable to refuse or ignore
The toxins
She was given no choice but to
Breathe in
Drink in
Bathe in
Sleep in
Seethe in
And now
She is cleansing
And her soul feels
Amazing
And her soul feels
Expansive
And her soul feels
Unrefined
And undefined
Intractable
No longer tethered
To the lies
Of the binds
Of the stories
She finds
Aren’t hers
Or her
No longer led
By the narratives
That do not
And never did
Serve
Her purpose
Her endless potentiality
Reigns
As her heaving body
Slows again
To a sway
And now
An easy
Shifting of feet
And now
A relaxing
Heartbeat
With open eyes
And open mind
And open being
Seeing into the void
She feels replete
A woman standing
On the edge of realisation
Through all her fear of the unknown
Leaps
———
by megan drury
participationmystique
