“Don’t buy into the narration that you are the problem.” — Dan Booth Cohen
I am here to claim this part of me
so long neglected and shunned,
feared for the dangerous power
that can’t be approached without severe
repercussions, only accessed sideways,
bursting forth when my walls collapse
by the tsunami of crisis.
A psychic cat has volunteered
crying, yowling, yelling, howling
while careful sourcerers reflect
what they’ve tuned in to,
this fear, this overriding rage.
All of my congestion
has been choking
the sound I must give this pain.
Appropriateness be damned.
The cat proclaims what I’ve ignored:
this selfsame blackness permeates
every being. Never identical, but words
are so imprecise
we can call it dark energy.
When I can speak of my own,
proclaim it and parade before you, naked
and trembling in humiliation,
all the fear at the loss of love
then you can safely access your own.
Hold a different hand,
walk away from Big Pharma
and those doctors telling you
life is happy and joyful and you
are crazy, depressed and anxious.
Don’t they hear your fine-tuned
to the drumbeats of oppression?
Come with me to create
a safe haven, a community of loving
humans who build the container to explore
these necessary screams
of outrage: a sure sign
of your sanity
in this offensive culture.