I think sometimes that life is harder for us Dreamers
And yet, somehow softer, too
For when the world knocks us to and fro,
Opens the earth beneath our feet to swallow us whole,
And brings us kicking and screaming back to this plane,
We have still our kites in the air
Trailing along with luxurious clouds
The world is louder for us most passionate
Yet quieter, too, with the yards upon yards
Of thick, dense fabric wound around our furiously beating hearts
Dampening the winds and fury which emanate from our very vibrating bones,
Holding back our storms from those
Who would drown in their torrents
Society is cumbersome for us Wild Things
But easier, too, for we may buck against the prettiest of trends
And leave the stage drenched in glorious sweat,
Proof that no matter the fence or walls, the gates or bars, the ties or cuffs,
We will struggle free
And dance upon the ropes and turrets that hold others so tight to their future graves
Life is complex for those of us who love deeply
And somehow, too, so simple
For the salty tears we weep are plentiful both in anguish and joy, in sorrow and rejoicing,
The longing in our hearts ringing true with connection and distance alike,
Bringing us closer to Earth herself with every drop
For to love, to rebel, to burn, or to dream
Is a blessing, and a curse
For each waking moment we feel into these gifts strikes open wounds with lashes of sunshine
And yet, it somehow, too, inches us closer to the Divine,
Calling us home to dance and sing and dream
For eternity
01/15/2022