Ripe

I find myself sitting and staring a lot lately

Thinking I guess

Or maybe just floating

Because finding solid ground feels hard these days

The bottom keeps falling out from under us

How many times have I had to completely and utterly change my mind

About something that I once thought to be true blue

Makes me wonder if anything that I believe now is real

Or just another illusion waiting to be carried away on a random day

I vacillate between light and dark

Honestly, I am more comfortable in the dark

In the depths

I am learning how to stand in the light

Sun on my face

But it feels like a betrayal

To the world

The beams are waiting to pierce my core and ripen my belly

Until I burst open And scatter my seeds on the fertile ground

The ground that has always known how to hold me