I think many of us are one thing on the outside, and something entirely different in our minds. For instance, my body isn't capable of things it once was. Not in the same way. I used to run up mountains, but I haven't had the time or physical capacity to do that in many years.
As a little girl, I remember riding in the back of my parents' car and imagining I was flying alongside, over the fields, through the mountains. I still feel like I'm flying when I close my eyes, or doing acrobatics worthy of a Marvel movie.
This poem was born of those thoughts that might not exist on the physical plane, but are nonetheless real to me...
Photo: Nat Anfield, Model: Katrina Ariel
The Canvas of my Mind
I close my eyes.
I dance, I fly,
Hold tight to my sword
And lash out.
Worlds within worlds
Within me,
Unfolding in a searing,
Soaring spiral.
How many lifetimes
Rushing, brimming forth,
Asking to be sung,
Inviting me to free-fall?
I may look still,
Quiet, pensive,
But I am a thousand
Screams unfolding.
Dreams blooming,
Bleeding, painting themselves
Upon the canvas
Of my mind.
Original writing by Katrina Ariel.
Thanks for reading. :)
Whatever happens, keep singing your song!
Author bio: Katrina Ariel is an old-soul rebel, musician, tree-hugging yogini, and mama bear to twins. Author of Yoga for Dragon Riders (non-fiction) and Wild Horse Heart (romance), she's another free-spirit swimming in the ocean of life. Check out her music here: https://choon.co/artists/katrina-ariel/
Dragon art commissioned from Liiga Smilshkalne.
