Poetry
The Groundskeeper
This land is my mind
Feelings, emotions, and thoughts
Growing and flowing and changing
Seldom ever ascertained
This land was once a lawn
Clean, suburban, and dead
Concrete and grass and dirt
Fearfully kept contained
This land is now a forest
Growing, twisting, and alive
Brambles and thorns and tangles
Helplessly left unrestrained
This land shall be a garden
Tended, grown, and cherished
Flowers and ponds and trees
Mindfully kept maintained
Joy Demands Pain
Life and death are intertwined
Life demands death, joy demands pain
All things end, and endings are beginnings
The universe demands balance
Trauma and growth are intertwined
One must be broken to become that which they must be
That which ends becomes the beginning of something new
The mind demands balance
All things require time
Time is needed for all wounds to heal
Wounds leave scars, but those scars heal stronger
One just needs time to heal
I pity those who do not know these things
I envy those who do not know these things
I despise those who do not know these things
I love those who do not know these things
Liminality
We are all in states of flux throughout our lives
Who we were yesterday is never who we are the next
I have lived a life where I have seen naught but the void in the mirror
No more
I shall live as myself, I shall live to be all that I am
I will fail at times, but I will also succeed
I will feel as though I have fallen to never recover, I will rest, and I will rise again
I am dead, and I am alive
For life cannot exist without change, and change is death
Tonight, I have died, and I have been reborn
I exist, in liminality