Are there days in our lives when we feel like there is no sun?
Times of wanting to forget the cracked catastrophes of our world.
Was yesterday more than enough and today way too much?
These challenges make us seemingly broken, with no tomorrow.

Our body is in a million pieces and our mind is just as fractured.
The painful emotions clogging our being into wanting to give up.
The world looking dark with dense black clouds looming overhead.
The lenses of our scope bending the light in chromatic aberration.

Our glow has been twisted by rejection, resentment or insecurity.
Our vulnerability was foolishly mistaken for a kind of weakness.
The fear of being dragged down or abandoned kicked in fiercely.
Every miniscule or ginormous imperfection weighs us down further.

People have done things that tattered the fibers of our life's fabric.
We have been bruised and we have ached under the heavy avalanche.
The way is rough, harsh and cutting; the blood spills unclottingly.
Our stability is frantically evaporating into spinning nothingness.

Rising out of that chaotic storm is the realization of limitless potential.
This encounter is the catalyst that catapults us to rise up stronger.
Our resilience lets us sway with the waves and bend with the winds.
Our invisible armor of passion and power protecting our fire's flames.

Just as the ray of light alters with variance for different wavelengths.
The focus for the red ray is different than the focus for the blue ray.
We can add an extra perspective lens that will change our refractive index,
Providing clarity of the experience to flavor the wisdom of our essence.

We become the ever-moving, safe calm of the spinning, spiraling hurricane.
That center is our harmony of the perplexing forces of the universal energies.
We are held tight by how valuable and essential is our worth in the cyclone.
Though stumbling, faltering and wandering off track we find the way through.

Bolstered, reinforced and enhanced, we conquered the dread, panic and self-doubt.
Only our echoing, threatening thoughts and beliefs kept us trapped in that cycle.
The relentless digressions of our turbid minds holding us down in the familiar bog.
We are more than the loss, the grief or the twisted entanglement of the wily web.

We are in control. We can tap into our divinity. We have multidimensional tools.
Choose to sew the wounds with colorful thread designing an elegant tapestry.
The patchwork of our battle scars prismatically adorn our sprightliness of spirit.
We emerge dancing in concert to the melodic symphony of our mirrored musicians.

Etira for Cusco Writers' Guild
3 March 2016