This is a poem and artwork about digging into the deep-dark of ourselves and “doing the work” of breaking whatever patterns and old stories keep us from turning toward ourselves.
The Artwork: My Dreams, My Heart, My Body
Rooting Into Self
Shut your eyes –
You’re diving into
a womb of stars,
a sack of malleable
light stretched clean like
glass putty, soft like
pliable conscious-
ness, like:
The first time
you looked into
a mirror thinking
“This is you.”
Hello you,
moon-faced child
coloring every aqua
edge heartbroken,
trying to find
pockets to exist
as one million
brilliant pieces
& years later
finally returning
to the mirrored
corners, to say:
This is you,
nose, fingers here,
dreams there, darkly
shining, like a seed
rolling over rocks,
rooting into lonely
cracks, still a home —
still a place to grow.