Universe

At times it’s riddled,

When you speak,

A dialect foreign,

Can’t decode your transcript,

When I’ve lost my intuition,

Might as well speak in tongues,

Yet still, 

The galaxies swaying,

Dripped in harmony,

Calmly you reassure,

To trust in you,

I bite my lip and scuff the ground,

Patience hasn’t always been my strongest of virtues,

When you call to me,

Sometimes my soul isn't listening,

Past moments you reached out,

I was too busy sinking,

Always believing in your magic,

Whispers to lady moon,

Pleading,

Don’t orphan me,

Yet still,

Always beside,

Inside me,

Just couldn’t recognize,

Your mercy’s as they danced about me,

My soul engulfed in destined journey, 

Stumbled to the side of my path,

Just had to reach out,

Listen to your beckons,

Allow them to crumble my outer,

Falsely manufactured shell,

Portraying,

As if made of stone,

A shield crafted,

In attempts to block out all doubt,

I finally opened myself,

Revealing my inner grit,

Raw,

Allowing my spirit,

To radiate in every way,

Mother Universe knew,

All along who I was supposed to become,

The woman I was to grow to be,

She guided my spirit along, 

Even when reluctant,

Refusing to embrace,

Every sense,

Of that which made me whole,

I hear her whispers now,

Gratitude rewarding,

Uniquely inspired and drifting gifted