To Be Seen

To be seen is an extraordinary thing, to be seen by a Poet is to be everlasting. -The Pueblo Poetess

“If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die.”
― Mik Everett

Scars of Men


She looks in the mirror and sees her scars.
A distortion of her former self.
Each scar representing a tortured memory,
a painful existence, a reality she fights daily to accept.
She died years ago and never awoke from her slumber.
She sleepwalks through life, each day her heart benumbed to new possibilities.
The baggage she carries overrides her stride, and weakens her like precious cargo.
She struggles to survive secretly knowing every breath may be her last.

She’s afraid to be touched because it reminds of her a distance memory that comes and goes.
She’s like broken glass unable to be put together or picked up mentally.
In each relationship she loses more of herself. She wears a lavish facade to conceal her pain.
And hide behind a wall of insecurity,
yet the scars remain.

I wish I can kiss every scar and the residue from my lips heal every inch.
Then you can arise from the ashes and fly towards the sun.
Surrendering your soul until we become one.
I want to shield you from every hurt even if I have to forfeit my breath for you to breathe.
I was hidden from you, but now I can be seen.
I want to you to dive into my ocean of love so you find refuge.
You are a hidden gem who doesn’t know it values because it’s been refused.
A broken person who pretends to be healed. Who once pride herself on doorways,
now you prefer for them to be sealed.
You been wounded by pride, which delays your purpose.
I wish I could crack your code but I can not get pass your surface.

My memory fades in your rear view.
It’s been instructed by past memories which prevent you from having a clear view.
Yet I remain patient because I see what you are meant to be.
An uncontrollable wave rising from the depths of the sea.
A flower sprouting from the soil opening its arms for affection in the warmth of the sunlight.
Now you can be touched by the angels because you chose to let go.
The chains of fear have fallen off of you and you can be loved.
I waited many blue moons to see your heart realizing you were the
“whisper in the dark.”

Now you have the power to unlock the chains of affliction.
To release captives from their addictions.
To give them value through your voice, and make them recognize they have a choice.
They road is long and the journey is far.
But this time around I can no longer see their scars.
By Soulrac

To Be Seen.

You see me in the Dark, even miles apart.

My journey only the tips I have told

holding to myself the rest like a wolf.

Her song ringing free across the hills.

Like a meadowlark trying to convince herself she is pretty 

"Yes, I am a very pretty bird"

my echo my voice, my echo, My song she rings

yet what I thought was written was merely the beginning 

and I am learning many new things, and you keep calling me out

as if my legs were as long as yours as if I actually believed in myself.

Damn,

she twists around to see who is watching as the honesty flows from her fingertips

no one is there and like usual she is alone,

yet

she starts to grow.

Focus, it's not as hard as you make it ya know. 

at that point, comes Reconciliation and she knows that she is her Own Nation

1+1+1 is 3 but 3 is one and 3 is me. 

If I understand this equation ?

The semi colon that I wear is more than life interrupted 

it's the feathers, the wings, it is the beginning to Somewhere.

I am here and breathing so this poem will be continuing. 

-The Pueblo Poetess