Poetry addressing Solar Plex Chakra (fear)
Victim I am not. That’s not what I’m asking. I’m asking how awake you are, to know that you had a choice. A moment in time, if you recall, where you said yes to me, and no to another. Why me? The fact that you’re perplexed with the question concerns me. Round and round we …
How erotic and powerful you are, my feminine drum. Your surge is primal. Carrying with you swells and tides from both storms and calm seas long past. Overpowering me with pleasure, recollection, rage and resurrection. You pirate my vessel as your drum beats plant their hard sole boots on my deck. You only commandeer when …
I’m in labor, as mother and child. Pushing, bearing down, panicking – consumed within a process I don’t control. She’s coming. My inner child that was left on a side street long, long ago. She says she’s ready to come to me, and she has questions of me. As mother and child, I coach her. …
Black, yellow, purple and brown. Signs of death and decay. Proof of life, and the impact of pushing oneself too far in the pursuit of joy and excellence. You bruise still. Sometimes the result of others. Just as many caused by your own doing. You bruise still. Seeing them makes it more real. Evidence of …
I can’t tell where it exactly resides. Somewhere between my throat and heart, right of center. I can’t really describe the feeling accurately. Is it a thump of a drum? A pill caught in my throat? It doesn’t exactly start or end. It’s more like a sound with physical attributes that intensify irregularly with hums …
