Control.
Lack of it.
Need for it.
Flight from it.
Control.
There will always be
hunger
for freedom.

Control.
Lack of it.
Need for it.
Flight from it.
Control.
There will always be
hunger
for freedom.
Darling and broken:
spinning a circle
of light and dark.
Darling
is to be all that we wish to be.
Broken
is to be all that we choose to deny.
Darling and broken.
Balance.
Darling and broken.
Human.
I see you there,
squinting at the mirror
of not good enough.
And I wonder if you know
the beautiful creases on the face of you
make up the whole.
And you think,
somehow,
that you are flawed.
Because you have been angry?
Because you have been sad?
Because you have been confused,
or not there,
or completely off the path of ‘neat and tidy’ days.
You must know this.
You are as you should be.
Here, where the path is overgrown.
Where the light is brighter and the shadows darker.
You belong here. Perfectly imperfect.
Just as you were always meant to be:
whole.
Dark into light.
Day into night.
The contrasts of a woman
swirl within the delicate human picture frame of me.
And I wonder if day and night will ever find each other in perfect harmony within.