A Winter Warrioress
The winter wind
brings upon it
a sweet nostalgia,
as I take the first step
into the pristine snow.
It fell
from the sky
like forgotten memories -
quite peaceful in it’s
pileup.
My other foot taps the surface
as it cracks
like a delicious creme brulee.
It is deceitfully beautiful.
I walk
to the center of the street,
the yellow lines
buried by my past.
I see no limits here.
The ice has built up
beneath the snow
like years of insecurities.
I stand barefoot
in Mountain pose,
rooting myself
in the one universal truth
that can break through the snow
and melt the ice.
I step out into Warrior,
facing everything
that has kept me
from my personal legend.
I draw my bow.
Take the fear
from my eyes
and let my soul shine
brighter than Sirius,
for my soul is more
than a moment of light,
and will last longer
than any celestial explosion.
Pulling my arms apart,
I take aim.
I know that the only way out
is through.
That my pride,
my ignorance,
and my fear
have brought me here
today,
Buried
in years of painful memories,
Slipping
on a handful of insecurities.
Give me the eyes of an eagle
as I look before me,
focused.
I hear the eternal wind
whispering in my ears
to trust my heart.
Let it speak,
for it is because I have
neglected
to do what I desire
that I stand
barefoot
on the frozen earth.
I then release it all,
shooting forward
like an arrow.
I take flight.
Piercing
every painful experience
and letting it
go.
I break
through the walls I’ve spent years building.
I break
up the stones I’ve spent years collecting.
I pull
off the sheets that cover my desires,
And I free
my dreams from the tangled up wires.
Give me the
strength
to unite
my mind, body, and spirit,
to become the arrow that can
transcend the pain.
Because I will remain here as long as I need to,
to overcome the snow and ice and winter wind
with the warmth of my heart
melting all things negative,
and eventually put both feet on the dry ground,
rooted barefoot in mountain pose,
with no more fear in my eyes.
12/23/2008
On the bus home from Tacoma, WA
