“I am alive and well, I release what doesn’t belong to me…”
i wear my heart
like a third eye —
it rests on my forehead, sees the world
too close, too much, too all-at-once
and it belongs to breaking;
repeats a mantra to come back together again,
but still whispers a combatant confession:
i have seen/felt too much to release.
“I am alive and well, I am loved, supported, and in control…”
…and still– not.
head too controlled
by third eye heart;
heart too overwhelmed
by moving world
and belly: quakes in response
aches in response
to third eye and heart combined;
asks head: why are you wearing your heart like that?
heart whispers back: so i can see.
and head feels.
and belly quakes/aches/breaks.
a body in thirds, centred;
heart as third eye:
imbalance.
© Maxine L. Peseke, November 21, 2020
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