Fulfillment

Falling through the silky screens
Layers of green toned chiffon
Not strong enough to catch me
Or hold me safe from danger

Earth and fire colliding below me
As the air rushes past my skin
I hear whispers of my fate
And warnings of my death

Don’t sleep – stay conscious and alive
Then unawake and tired frees me from constraint
Too tired to fight
Too tired for strength

Sleepy and dead to the world

What siren voices call me
Off of my cloudy existence
Such pain, such love, such life
Calling me forth from this quiet daydream

Time to fly, little bird
Their voices tear into my ears
Into my heart
And into my soul

No turning back now
Without warning
The fall has begun
Eminent and raw

Shall I now drink of life
In all of its inequities?
Bored now of passive conversations
And immobile passers by

Gone is the light, dreamy state
Like tea parties with stuffed animals
How easy it was to be there.

Now I am falling, twisting and turning
Wildly towards the fire
The fire of life, full of love, heartache, victory and defeat
And I go there with untamed delight

Karen 10/19/2003