I gave up
On healing my trauma
I gave up
On practicing the skills
To become whole
Today I gave up
Into that ever elusive
Better version of myself
Today I submitted
To the wound of love
I stopped pointing at it
Looking at it
I stopped this game of separation
I crawled inside the wound
And spread it open
I decided to wear it like a gown
I accepted my total and utter
To be anything else
For more poems from Maya Luna visit https://www.depravedanddivine.com/blog
At the 2018 SAND Conference, David Ellzey physically and wordlessly tells the story that resolves the seeming paradox of being both human and transcendent.
What a kindness she showers upon me, not letting me skip any steps, or leave not even one stone unturned.
We live our lives of human passions, cruelties, dreams, concepts, crimes and the exercise of virtue in and beside a world devoid of our preoccupations...
Sometimes a wild god comes to the table. He is awkward and does not know the ways
You wear your silence as a black silk gown, woven infinitesimal, every thread a letter of your lover's name.
Your life is your life, don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
Silent and serene, forgetting words, bright clarity appears before you.
We never value or even see some things in our lives until we are just about to lose them.
God speaks to each of us as he makes us, then walks with us silently out of the night.
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