Time to discard those old cloaks.
Cloaks of ideas, of who is greater than.
They do not fit you,
stop that looking from afar
at the shiny, fluid cloaks
of this or that star.
If you can weep
and jump with joy to their music,
then you can make your own!
Feel those strings, pulling?
Oh yes, pulling, not away from anything,
but rewinding themselves
into your own now-flesh.
Pulling red through veins
longing to get out again.
Enter deeply into your storied days
until all the hues of your life seep out,
colouring the beauty of you,
to emerge and fly about.
Weave again your own cloak ever new,
shining like the stars inside of you.
On Jan 19, 2025 BLPS wrote :