The Reckoning
I don't long for healing. Or therapy. Or a change of mood or mindset. I don't wish to regulate my nervous system or deal with generational trauma. I wish to break down. Excavate. Bring to ruin. Till I return to my default setting. To a blank slate. To bare bones... Before this being was touched by man. This soul was made to comply. This creative force was tamed. By rules and systems designed to have us conform. To be a cog in a gigantic system reducing us to numbers. ID numbers. Employee numbers. Death certificate numbers... Administrated with every breath, till the last. Make a living...not live! The span of a life in service of functionality. My spirit is silent. Disconnected from the natural world. On an endless loop... round & round I am tired of peopling, of adulting, of shrinking. Who am I? I am earth before borders. I am wild fruit before price tags. I am stone before sculpture, and fire before it learned to warm kings. I am the animal unbranded...wild & free.. I...