Life’s revolution pushes me and I can’t
see myself because I am
falling into the abyss.
Pieces of me torn in each event,
every challenge an offering for me to grow,
to enlarge my soul.
I can take this and become more, or
I can shrink back, shy away.
Even though I’ve fallen face-down in the mud,
which I hadn’t even noticed,
I hang my head
And I’m still wandering through my lives
wondering how this could be.
But life has always been like that.
It never seems to change.
As I walk through my fourth dimension,
I sense you somewhere behind me.
Will we meet again in another time?
The fate of lightning; mine and yours are intertwined —
The little bird is still sitting on the ledge.
Outside his family cries
for him to fly away
I look out,
taking my eyes off the bird.
He sings and sings and wakes me up
when I try to go to sleep.
Process notes: Yes, this may seem rather sad. I thought most definitely that 2015 was going to a “much” better year, but then on New Year’s Day, my little parrot Chochu, whom I had for over 11 years–died. I cannot even begin to tell you how much this loss hurt me. Too many losses in such a short amount of time. Yet, I am still breathing and putting one foot in front of the other. I have to remain optimistic or else I will fade away.