When days feel so surreal I know I’m not all here. I must have traveled in my sleep or in my last daydream, and part of me didn’t come back. A lighter sheathe of me liked it better without the gravity, in a place with light that never blinds, and nights who are always kind because even the monsters are friends. And the stuff we bleed is only joy, and only because we love to share. I don’t mind if part of me stays gone: because she knows her place. When so many of us have trouble knowing how to behave in a world so heavy that it’s easy to forget we never die. And these bodies are not the ultimate endeavor, because nothing can compare to being everything around you, connected to it all and never alone. Part of me can stay immersed in the magic because even if she never comes back to this density, she’ll always be a part of me. And someday, sloughing off this collective amnesia will show us all there was always more wonder holding us and waiting for someone new to become. © 2023, Sheya Forest
Acceptance, Adversity, Cosmos, Creative Writing, Essential, Fantasy, freeverse, Intention, New Beginnings, Otherworld, Overcoming, Poetry, Prose, Self Acceptance, Self Help, surrender, Transformation, Whimsy, World
I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.