Aries Full Moon

Sometimes the full moon shines so bright, Like it did tonight. It's light shines through piercing a fleecy blanket of clouds so the sky glows soft and supple and illuminates the ground.

The wind blows so powerful, purposeful, that

I am baptized by the crisp air and

my pink skin is cleaned till I feel no cold.

Trees whisper their secrets around me.

Leaves caressing each other;

stroking to the rhythmic flow of the wind.

I am alone but never alone.

The ghosts of my thoughts, 

spirits of the past, they always loom.

Over my head, beyond my hands,

touching my face and licking my tears.

Drink up. Drink my sorrow. Kiss my feet.

Hold my weight. Strengthen these bones.

Fortify my heart. Enrich my blood.

Heal these fleshy organs. Restore my eyes.

And I never feel that sad again.

i feel wild

 

There's pressure behind my eyes

It's not quite crying but straining

Not sad or happy, It's bittersweet

Grapefruit tart puckered face

Anxiety when meeting a slow pace

Fear of touching trees, muddy knees,

I want to walk on hooves, 

And the earth could reply 

Clicks and clacks, crunch and crush

Want to nibble on carrots and

Pretend I'm a deer

But no secret place

No where to go, where to hide,

No Space to bend my mouth to the ground

Delicately pick up food with my teeth.

To nosh and grind, sputter particles about

Never be human, or be human but not

Groped and groomed by society and such.