June 7th 2019
Not a precipice, not a fork in the road.
I know where I am going is just the bridge and I think it is safe to cross
but the water under it brings fear
Will the bridge give way?
Will I fall forever?
Have my casual swim lessons prepared me to save my own life?
What if I am not supposed to do this alone?
What if this was never the plan of humanity…
What if I am able to feel safe and secure with the people I know?
What if I am allowed to be my true self regardless of rules?
What if “the plan” was for me to become fully me?
What is the journey I am on now leads me to something more beautiful than what others have planned for me?
Written by Winter Burnett
March 10th 2019
Fear of the absolute
knowing the ultimate ending
death and hell more than possibility
A bridge unstable
A life unavailable
to be what you think it could be
hope beyond the unseen
life when there is thought to be none
the idea we can shape our reality
Bodies protecting us from past pain
Minds considering on too far in the future
Hearts not wanting to be stuck in now
Hopes and believes
In and through all
I built this wall.
Brick by brick.
“Yes, yes” I say. “Yes, I trust you.”
Trust is good, “Yes, I trust you”
Here is a brick.
Again? Why should I trust you!?
After what you did? After what you said?
See?! Here. Fine. Here is a brick of trust!
It becomes habit.
The wall grows higher.
The pain cuts deeper.
Then. It’s numb.
What is pain? Trust is pain. Pain is trust.
Trust is this stupid wall.
The wall that blocks me from the real you.
I say it’s trust, but now it’s self defense.
What should be a beautiful building?
A stupid wall.
“Walk around it!” you say.
“No” I reply. “I am trying to trust.”
But real trust is safety. Real trust is two sided.
Real trust builds a beautiful house.
Not an ugly wall.
So here I sit.
On my wall.
I want to see over it.
I want to see through it.
I want to see what you’ve become past my dusty wall.
But this “trust” built of bricks
blocks me from you
Under the pretense of helping.
Under the idea of giving you independence.
Under the thought you have a better plan.
Trust is two.
Trust is an invitation not a fear of rejection.
Trust is where you see the beautiful.
Trust is a hope for the morning.
Trust is a beautiful house. A beautiful home.
Trust is not sorrowful or lonely.
Trust is meant to be beautiful.
I can’t take down these bricks, but you can help me.
I can’t undo the words, but we can undo the wall.
Bricks can be used a second time.
So won’t you build with me?
Originally written June 12, 2016
One day consisting of 24 hours.
One day of inhales and exhales.
One day where people walk, talk, think, and speak.
One day when people are born and people die.
One day that contains joy and sorrow.
One day is the same as yesterday.
One day will be the same tomorrow.
There is nothing new under the sun.
Today is one day.
Written November 8, 2016