JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
Tears falling down my cheak, whats happining to me? I used to be so strong, but lately I feel so weak. all the stress brings me down, It gives me no choice, I cant seem to speak my mind, I just can't find my voice. more cuts end up on my wrist, something else I got to hide, besides the smile I used to have, but now it's hid behind, the other part of me, the person I pretend to be, so you dont see my tears, I fight all my fears, I can't show emotion, so I store it all inside, but It builds up, I breakdown, I have to cut myself to let it all out. The pills numb my pain, puts the stress off to the side, and when I bleed it all out, I feel better inside.
