Reign of thoughts …

In response to Ragtag Daily Prompt – Monday – Deluge

This morning I woke in a bed that was empty
There was no one else there but me
In that space of aloneness
I filled it with memory
Of all the things we shared,
Of what was and the dreams that could never be
While outside it rained, bibilically
That purest water from the sky
Overflowed the gutters, and flooded the ground
In that gush of energy, baptised
I lay quietly and listened to the sounds
Of my heart beat faster than when you were around
I realised society had conned people like me
The message always loud and clear
One is not a number, it is an anomaly
two is what counts
I felt my face break open, wider than my heart had done
I rose from my bed slowly
Slowly like from the dead
And when I was standing firm
Stronger on two feet
I knew I had conquered my fear,
found my voice,
I started to write, for perpetuity
You see society promotes unity
We are mismatched jigsaw pieces
Never whole, a match has to be found,
for that pretty picture that reflects cultural norms to emerge
that promotion, is an industry
in that enlightened moment, I felt the surge
I had always stood on sacred ground
Of the journey, the belief
that cliche missing piece that completes me
Was never lost, it lay within me
A treasure, dormant, waiting to be found
I felt blessed for the courage, that companion
that walked with me into the darkness
and in the coldest recesses of my being
left me with a lantern , the knowledge,
the treasure is not me,
but the savouring of aloneness,
is where serenity is found.

a dawn bird