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Call of Oblivion

Pieces of me fly off to the aethers
where my heart has always lived
never to be found again
for they have their own lives now
making the best of fragmentation.

The magic of a soul
that doesn’t want to be whole
is the seeds the pieces become
dispersed across the universe
to grow worlds that make
for an exquisite fit.

Each one reconciles
the alien feeling
by creating belonging
for themselves.

To be nothing but the trees
or entirely the sea.
To be an ever expanding flame,
eternally free,
or fundamentally dreams
conducted by heartbeats.

To be anything but the gravity
except for the piece of me
compelled to reside in the deep
of the Underworld,
where even ghosts are lighter
than anything on Earth.

Someday, when all of my parts
have found their way
to a place ready for creation,
my soul can rest, at last,
having had enough of becoming
and coming undone.

And the violence of clinging
to being will finally end.

Peace resides
where there are no tides.
And sweet emptiness
is a place with no light.

That’s why there is always a hint
of oblivion in my eyes
running towards the night
my soul endlessly seeks.
A place to finally sleep.

To lay the struggle down
in a blanket of darkness so deep,
not even the stars exist
to guide the way.

© 2023, Sheya Forest
Art: Blanket of Darkness, Photography by Cindy Luke.

About Me

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.

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