Shadow Work in the SUN

Shadow work necessary, hiding in the arms…

of the cradling city that keep me like a farm

animal ….. that’s scared to break out of my own binds,

looking to see past the fence boxed around my mind.

Then comes the green, which swamps me in its heart,

the safety net of trees, and hiding in the plants.

These spirits which protect me and make me feel at ease

their voices which calm me from my head to my knees.

Next we come to brown which secures me to the earth

pulls my roots inward and connects me to the dirt

Mud squelching round my trees, face upright in delight

Making me feel safety in the darkness of the might.

Then comes the passion….along with the darkness of red

a fear of exploring sensuality in multiple beds.

Learning to reignite the of love and anger in my soul,

honour - space - for - multiple - beds - to - be - able - to - hold -

Maybe then creeps in the yellow, the sun of heart

the childlike innocence, that I turn to feel whole.

The colour i pull around me which I’m clawing from the fright

a colour that wraps me in complete delight.

What threads these colours together is the glue that is black

is the voices in between the layers and all the cracks

The part of me I run from, the most honest of my bits,

the darkness and question that hide in the grit.

Who am I beloved, who I am to hold,

Who am I to earnt the friendships I love gold,

Who am I to be allowed to endure the crevices of my soul,

How am I allowed the space to delve into my blackhole.

Am I worthy of this life, do I hold its worth,

Am I deserving of the cradling hands of the earth,

Do I hide myself because I’m scared of what I find…...

numbing my consciousness with these mobile phone twines

Do I live my life with and acknowledgement of death,

Am I preparing myself for these pathways next.

Then comes the colour blue, which connects me to the above,

holds the line between the spirit realm and the connection to love.

Its delicate spacing right in between my eyes,

is destroyed by a society telling us why.

I’m writing this in the city trying to escape the fast race,

I’ve gone searching for my darkness and fighting its warm embrace….

…..settling into facing my dear in the comfort of my green,

Watching the darkness cuddle are around the rain beams.

I’m hoping to be in here - in the warmth of allotment cafes

the freedom of the hills that in the city's cave.

And so I close this random piece knowing exact colour made me,

Really quite diverse a character to see,

I do seen now there are some left unused,

Some I turn AWAY from and fight me demon hues…..

But black is the colour that holds me to floor,

Reminds me I can escape the darkness of before.

Trying to hide my face from anything else that see,

let the colours wash through me and bring me what I need.