One

A mirror in time my life has become, the doors to my soul open wide.

What couldn’t I be, what couldn’t I find when boundaries fell to the side?

Could someone break in?

Could someone intrude?

They could, if they managed to find a way to withstand, a way to push through the waves of my soul flowing out.

Photo by Darius Bashar at Unsplash

It’s hard to protect, it’s hard to conceal the wind that is sweeping the field, the drop of perfume that fell in the sea, and mingled its essence with it.

I fit in the world as I always did, if that is a reference at all; they’re cut from its fabric, my strength and my wit, we share the same body and soul.