(And then came September)

My eyes are transfixed,
hypnotized to the shadows that I see dance around me. 
Who am I?
Why am I here?

My eyes are transfixed, but my heart is traveling...reaching out to the hurting souls I do not know.
But I know of pain.
I am in pain, with you.
I said: 
       "I'm so deep into this pain I can't even call it pain anymore.
        I can't paint a picture of it,
        It has no color."

I no longer know if closing my eyes will allow me to turn my head away...
I catch myself unable to hear music, 
Laughter is disturbing, 
I'm off beat.
I said:
        "Noise
         Stop that noise."

How is it that I feel my heart pound, my mind thump, and I feel nothing? Think nothing?
How hard, deep, and long have I been damaged so I feel nothing?

I offer my forehead to the skies, 
look for answers in the vast space,
looks for answers in the sun, the clouds, the mountains during the day,
pray at the moon, the stars, and whatever is beyond at night. 

Little did I know the search was deep in me. 
The sun can light up the day, heat up the earth, the waters, 
but not my heart. 
The night can inspire the world to peace, rest, and sleep,
but not my heart. 
I said:
        "Breathe the pain.
          Touch the shame.
          Breathe the pain.
          Touch the shame."

Then I slept.
And I woke up.
And then came September...

Dreams now plant seeds in my heart.  
Seeds today,
Flowers tomorrow.
And then came September...

You came. 
I said:
        " Who are you?
           Where did you come from?"

He said: 
         " I see you."
I said:
         " So do I."

Now I wake up riding a wave of emotion that was born while I was flying in the clouds of my unconscious mind. 
Dreaming, Running, Swimming, Flying..
Where will this wave take me? 
Wave of water that turns into mist, 
into feathers,
wings,
into currents of wind,
rays of light. 
I'm suddenly floating.

Girl into woman,
Woman into bird.
My heart no longer surrenders to-
injustice,
fear,
shame,
violence,
lies. 

"Treacherous past", 
I say:
       "You can't touch me.
         You can't follow me.
         You can't catch me.
         You can't touch me.
         You can't follow me.
         You can't catch me.
         Because you can't fly.
         And I can."

Yes,
And then came September...
And so did you.