THE CLOSET MYSTIC

And how I’ve learned 

that life is about feeling 

and that every action has an equal and opposite reaction

So it requires intelligent foresight 

to know 

that embracing grief

Is the act of planting seeds 

of future ecstasy

It takes intelligence to know

That the heart must be tended to

Like the Earth

That life’s shittiness will make your spirit fertile

great storms precede superblooms

That death is part of the Mother and her seasons

That, like Luna,

we move in cycles and shed skin

So the serpents that have been 

appearing in my waking dreams

Come as kin

To let me know that,

Right now,

I am like them

And they remind me

That me 

embracing this process

Will make me 

unrecognizable

So I shed my skin

I shed my skin

And I shed the past

And all it held

For I need not be burdened, no.

…

Every piece of wisdom I gained

Every single lesson I learned

Every formative experience

An entire year

Is a seed

And it is up to me

To plant it

And tend to it

And let it bloom

For its fruits await

…

And I eat of them now,

And share with those I love.