Read this poem and see if you can guess what’s on this yogini’s mind. It’s a little dark;)
I am naked again, I know this means the end is near.
Last time I lay like this was the beginning,
The beginning of life on my own;
I had a family once, we were so close we were fused together,
a bond of thick, silky dark delight
But that did not save us from ruthless forced separation.
In my youth, marked by naivety,
I was scooped away from everything I knew.
Pieces of me overflowing the constraints of the metal
This metal, a kidnappers tool, pieces of me
Willingly falling into the comfort of my family below,
I was now on my own.
Left to harden in this cold world,
I was forced to take a solid form.
My individuality taken,
I was branded, I now wear squares and a logo
Both on my skin and the skin they forced upon me.
My new “shell”, robes me of my sight
I was sent on a long journey.
I felt alone, but I knew it was only the darkness
That made me feel this way.
I could smell rich sweetness
The sign of others like me.
all placed on display, along with what I assume
can only be other kidnapped members of my kind.
Now I lay here, my skin exposed
The perfect mix of dark coco and cream.
I am marvelous, I know it and so do these eyes staring at my naked skin.
I see hunger and desire in those eyes,
I can only hope that what comes next is quick and painless
But alas I fear this glutton, this heartless assassin
Will enjoy every last ounce of me, one piece at a time.
Love & Gratitude,