Equilibrium

I’m on this journey to beautiful. I could never imagine how peaceful it is. I’ve traveled from plane to plane dragging my luggage with the components I thought would make the transition. My carry-on carried on the basics, the necessities to arrive at each city. I gaze out of the window in anticipation of what scenery I would observe, what characters I would encounter. Before the discovery I had to make sure my costume was in tact. Every night as the daylight switched shifts with the moon, so would I. The scarf maintained the manipulation and held in the lies, the face cloth soaked the darkness from my eyes and the blood from my lips, for the first time I caressed my face softly, apologetically acknowledging its sacrifice. Encouraging its lenience for the next beat. Today I will undo the ties scolding the scalp, I won’t attempt to stress the coils into submission, into confirmation, I know her spirals are resilient, they hug my mind, as I abuse them, yank them, school them under death heat, I kill them and still they are reborn, sent from the gods from within, they are my protectors, healers, my existence, why must I disrespect them in the name of beauty, of accumulation, of acceptance, when they ask only for nurturing? They desire nothing more than the free, nothing beyond their composition, the nectar of the trees, the fuel of the soil. On this journey to beautiful I see them for the first time, I give them all I have, I appreciate their sacrifice, I’m humbled by their resilience, I now will restore what my ignorance stole, I will repair what the intruders damaged, I will love what I was given, I will nurture what I didn’t know could bloom, on this journey to beautiful.