THE CLOSET MYSTIC

There have been many times

Where life itself

Felt like a fight for survival

Many times where I felt

Like that concentrated point

That exoplanet

In the farthest reaches of our solar system

Hanging on to the Sun’s orbit for dear life

Parsecs and parsecs away

One year

Being half a millennium

And now is no different

But I retreat inward

And call upon that High Priestess

That graceful ancestress

Her five-pearled orbit

That holiest dance of hers

For her pardon

For the antidote

To expel the contagion

to exorcise the ghosts of the past

The poltergeists of this temple

For I seek to be made

Once more

And forevermore

Like a maiden

Belonging to no one

But that pure Spirit

But that purest Spirit

Yes,

Let me be like the Moon

Let me be your prism

To pay homage

To the sevenfold glories you hold

Break me open

And let what is contained in that white light

Spill

Is it at last done?

Is it at last over with,

Is it finished?

Let it be so —

Reclaim me,

My shepherd.

Let me hold your hand

For I care not

what they think of me

I am a child

and I want to be held

That is all

Reclaim me