"look how it twists and turns"look at how it twists and turnsthe bend, the ridge, in nature -like your words, sharp, razorlike,sharks’ teeth in my skinthat you once held lovingly tenderlythat you once held you did hold me in your heart and kept me there safe as I did you in purity and blisslike naturehow she holds dear each season each delicate leafas it falls from her womb to an early death beauteous wondrous full of color devoid of life like you struggling to maintain some semblances of control over your own ego like waves crashing we met a breath of fresh air you saidearnestly empathically our souls met and danced like lovers past lives volcanicwe were are exactly that and you cannot remember nor care to it seems rather focus on yourself needs wants desires and cast out those who you see as beneath who are truly above and like each delicate rush of seasons the ones who refuse to leave when new ones enter your insecurity roars like a lion my energy is erratic due to your lack of integrity honestyauthenticitymaturityand trauma Oh, your poor, sad unhealed inner child . . . and on that bendwith the twists and turnswhere we met again in this life now you have chosen to follow the curves and winding roads of confusion darknesstoxicitywhere you feel most comfortable scared to movechange grow besomething other than those that accept this mask you wearclaiming to be someoneI know I recognized that was our purpose that is the message that is the bond eternal, unfortunately and you chose to break thatby judging me this innocent this beautiful creature set before you that you did not deserve in this lifetime and in most likely the last and I thank youmy lessons I have long learned struggled pained fought and bled for you criticized like a microscope holding your own imperfect lens to my majestic growth you failed to open your eyes although I witnessed them working just fine you are your own eternal damnationyour worst curseand I believe somewhere deepwithin the mask you so proudly wearthere is a mirror reflecting all the souls of those before you ones you hurt lied to shamedjudged criticized discriminated against and threw right under the bus and one day soon hopefully right now you feel my wrath out of love always out of love although you deserve none of mine not anymore and are blinded profusely by that mirror and fall onto your kneesin humble grace before the setting sun before the rising dawn in the sand and snowgrains, dirt, and earth with feet muddied, bleeding and bare until the crevices of mountains you so adore begin to bite you back as you have so bitten others and when mountains crumble and quake beneath your feetunsettledmay you feel within your chest a thousand thrushes waiting to be set free and in this moment may you hear my voice see my face feel the softness of my skin hear my laughter and the brightness in my eyes that you so dimmed after creatingand when you place your feetupon that foothold of lifemay you hope by then I have wished upon you peace.© Susan Marie