It All Started When

I Left Myself Behind

I would wake up exhausted.

Every morning

the same start.

Without realizing it 

I’d grown used 

to being in pain.

I didn’t expect joy

in the morning.

That said, I functioned.

My days were defined

by a series of duties.

I made myself useful

to my neighbors needs.

And my own.

I wanted to.

My feet hurt 

when I walked.

I needed to tell someone.

My doctor asked me if I

felt depressed.

I said no.

I really did’nt.

And so I began to let go.

How many were days left?

There was no way to know.

But I was more alive

than ever before.

Now.

I am love.

I am supernatural.

I am a sky

without clouds.

I have messages.

My nature is beauty.

My cinema is poetry,

a soil for flowering.

I have something

for everyone I meet.

Life out of dying.

Please take it.

It’s yours.

At last I am human.

So long in coming.

Life was a misunderstanding.

I thought it was for me.

When in fact,

it was for leaving

myself behind.

Peter Valentyne

An April of flowering, the 25th, 2019