Being Made

Been “made” lately?

We all know the feeling;
modest appearance,
normal voice,
honest sentiment,
trustworthy expression,
but then…

Discovery,
our sincerity foiled,
our candor mocked,
we’re ditched,
we’ve been “made”.

We mean well,
we bare our inner being,
yet, rejection ensues.

We withdraw into the shadows,
wanting only coalescence
engendered with decency of purpose,
the desire to not want,
but to modestly exercise need,
seeking only the meld of spirits,
not of supernatural,
but of humanity’s essence
that togetherness with the touch

that is neither sexual,
ethereal, or rebellious,
merely the simple and innocent act of being.

Oh, such magnificence.

 
If only more attention
were paid to the silence,
where one’s quiet whisper
awaiting its moment to reveal,
where the elusive goal nears its resolve,
subject only to patience,

suddenly and quietly becomes.

For we are Queen.
King,
You,
Me,

indubitably the One.

So much to ruminate over…

Many of us,
knowing who we are,
remain vigil,
while so many keep running away,

fearful of being “made”.