These days my body is filling up with light,

I can’t even help it

 

It’s happening without trying

There seems no room for darkness

 

My feet are extending

white roots

are growing ever

d

o

w

n

w

a

r

d

like a pair of tubers in rich soil

 

The universe is funneling itself through me

There is black hole forming above my head

 

So I am opening up and giving back my turbulence

 

It is absorbing my hatred,

my racing thoughts

all my years of self medicating

with no means to an end

 

It’s vacuuming up my OCD

 

like a kite lost to the wind

I am finding out what it truly means to be free

 

I am turning in my anxieties like over due books

 

I am throwing them down

 

I have been carrying them all these years

and they have gotten

 

 so

very

heavy

 

I am over it

 

 Over all the repetitive conversations

that leave me with nothing but heart ache

 

This devil’s advocate

needlessly working overtime

 just to hold my arms down

so that I can not levitate

 in a space in which you are not

 

I’m turning in the towel

 

Giving up on theses mean streets

and all your sycophant love

 

You see,

I’ve gotten tired,

this body has become ill

and my defenses are down

 

So I am stretching out my arms

Standing on my tippy toes

grasping upward towards the bluing sky

 

Like tree branches or antennae

 I’m open for reception

ready for transmission

 

I’m done with transgression