She's Afraid

Something has been brewing for a long, long quiet cycle. And it's been brewing in my being, it's been brewing in me.

Now is the moment that comes to fruition. It's been to flower and will end up going to seed. It's been a flower and will end up going to seed. 

I see the part that tries to control. I see it every day in my stream. Damming the flow of crystal liquid lights. Damming the flow of my happiness. 

Still to be slowed down can be an earthy blessing I believe. She holds me down in the dark. She holds me close to her heart, and keeps me from wandering off.

Something's buzzing in the chord. That ever-present crack of imperfection. All the posing of my ego trying to provide a distraction from the truth of how I am. From the truth of what's unfolding, from the truth of how I am. She goes on and on, with your controlling.

She's been hurt so bad, like we all have been. She's frightened to give in to just being what she is. Unfolding raw and real in the now. Afraid of what has been done to those who could be done to. She's afraid of what was done to all those who could be done to.