May 9th, 2019

Shaman - Horse

Poem - I Returned

The poem “I Returned” was written after attending a party at which I was able to more deeply be myself than usual.


I Returned

I returned regretfully
back to the safety now despised
a hardened prison without bars
except for those now self-imposed
don't ask where I've been
a quick jaunt across the way
where reality was not bent
twisted round to accommodate

now I'm back among the flock
genuflecting at their prompt
while staring at the hated walls
wishing I could fly above
normatives strung as barbwire
invisible to the larger crowd
slicing skin to the bone
flaying spirit with fixed resolve

there was a time in the past
six fathoms deep if an inch
I felt the same as the rest
that was then before the now
these prisoners in the net
content as fish in water's span
knowing nothing as they breathe
while I drown in the same depths

the dust is kicked from the feet
joined by comforts put aside
identity gained is sadly lost
or merely shelved for a later time
until I trek once again
I'll live in dimness until that day
remembering freedoms across the way
apart from chains I'll soon shed.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190507.
Shaman - Horse

Poem - Chance to Transform

The poem “Chance to Transform” was written on the memory of a special night during which I was truly myself.


Chance to Transform

There is a chance to transform
step from the shadows into the light
expressing self without regard
for expectations of the world
presenting boldness in the act
while affirming humanity
the underlying has not changed
even while the surface strays

the natal form may please the eye
say the spectator on the outside
please remember this is a lie
to the one that must reside
a choice is made to walk the path
invoking rainbows along the way
arches that bend the light
with promises of golden pots

here's a secret that few know
when these realms are explored
absent of the normative
the traveler dares more than most
there is a danger when one steps
from the path that most adhere
as the monsters wait to pounce
eager for a chance to eviscerate

still the travelers will depart
seeking lands beyond their shore
where treasured truths may be found
beyond the chains of the norm
transformation is for the strong
the light is pierced by the dark
don't let that hide the genuine
when truth is at last found.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190509.