Dimension

 

You are changing dimensions.

The mention of change 

Makes your throat close,

Breathing restricted,

constricted, and ticked 

off the list is another

Thing that makes you feel 

Like you feel like you

Fell from above to below

And below you is nothing 

And nothing surrounds you.

Stumbling. Stumbling block.

Lock in your vision,

Derision from the crowds

Can’t effect your mentality,

The reality is that you don’t know,

Don’t know why you didn’t realise earlier,

Why earlier when you woke,

You didn’t rise, you don’t rise

You realise that there isn’t a reason,

It’s the season for change,

And you're changing.

A butterfly from the chrysalis,

And this is this,

This thing you are,

And haven’t been before,

You ignore the instability,

Your ability to keep your head down,

So low it’s buried, 

Ferried through like a criminal,

Hood up, head down, hood up, head down,

Head down to where it happened 

And see if you can summon memories

That you know exist,

But can’t see, like a mist

Has descended on the truth. 

You are changing dimensions. 

All angles,

Misshapen 

Mishaps happen, 

Mishaps happen but this is more than that. 

More than a mistake,

What’s at stake

Doesn’t allow for things to cut and 

Bleed. Drop, drop, drop

Drop

Drop to your knees

And beg for forgiveness 

For what they did to you. 

Because they can’t see it either,

Though the scars are visible,

What is risible 

Is the willing ignorance,

Willing it on.

On and on and on,

Dragging through years,

Weighed down by an anchor,

Dragging out tears, 

Weighed down. 

But now you emerge,

Throat open,

Eyes open,

Spluttering,

Taking in air so deep into your lungs, 

Filling,

Filling,

Filling,

Full. 

Stand tall. 

This is you.

From shadows. 

A new dimension of your being,

And in being so, 

You are seeing now,

How 

To exist as you. 

Away from what happened. 

That movie that played in your periphery,

Turned off now. 

No need to keep turning to face it. 

Erase it. 

It’s gone.