Little Bird Poetry

 I push You pull I've waited all my life To be pulled into you All consuming Yet reminiscent of a person my mind swears it once knew It's you It's always been you A figure I'd never been able to make out in the fog The burning sweet smell of smoke that's always lingering in my hair From a cigarette that had always been on someone else's lips I fall deeply Madly into you And I won't fight it I've felt this feeling before Alone In the middle of the night with just the dim light of a lamp and a single candle flickering Backed by the sound of the distant train You were the echoing feeling of my own despair of wondering why that hole wasn't filling, Alone In the midst of North Eastern mountains, You were the unseen presence, the shadow I spoke aloud to as if you were already there, Divinely foreshadowed in the depths of existential introspection, As if the heavenly wanted to foreshadow your arrival, Alone When I was knee to tile, unable to stand after the...

How do I even put this ineffable feeling to word, Like my mind is more clear? How am I to articulate the feeling of being awake, After so long asleep? It feels as though the weight has not been lifted, But merely shifted to part of myself where it feels more bearable. A purpose, a peace, renewed within myself. A sudden realization of self, hitting my stride and feeling so wonderfully at peace with it all. I have sat, for the evening, listening to the ticking of my flea market clock, Watching the sun set through my window, Feeling the warmth as it gradually fades from light, to a gentle glow in my chest. No one thing has brought me here, no one person has led the charge. I simply have found myself overlooking a meadow, where there was once a barren field. No one moment has brought upon this epiphany of self. Yet, I find myself standing here, nonetheless, breathless, in this moment I wondered to know if it'd ever come. Like pieces finally clicking together, like a pregnant desire fin...

I look back into the void and see a set of eyes looking back Reflecting parts of myself back I had long laid to rest As I no longer feel the need to hide Ineffable is not even close to the word that I feel accurately articulates the way I feel Not lightning  Nor thunder Not flashing Nor light Just warmth.  Like the first real ray of sun cresting the mountain after a long winter, Just subtle wind, winding change, snaking its way through the folds of my own inter-workings Quiet and calm A voice comes through Changing of waves that interlink in a way two long lost puzzle pieces connect You, the final piece of the mosaic, prized, that an artisan has searched high and low for I look forward, seeing myself reflected back in the figure of another How striking, how odd, to feel myself mirrored, How I may be able to speak and be understood, not simply listened to like a record on repeat, How is it possible I come across someone who so closely mirrors the walk I've tread, How have I not...