Mind over Matter
Image credit: The Vampire II - Edward munch, 1895Even in your sleep
You reach out to feel the heat
of a body you don’t own but praise
you are unconscious
but your subconscious
rules the movements, the flow of your thoughts
You are alone
Your hand is clawing at the sheets
The arm you seek is too far to reach
You give up, you are cold, you are alone
You search for something of heat, something of substance
And what do you find?
Cold sheets wrapping you up in a disguise so divine
you have forgotten how to show what you feel
— is this real?
How is it that even in the dark you can see me?
Those two white lights you assumed were
the whites of my eyes?
They are ashes of what used to glow inside you
Your reluctance to show has fizzled the glow
to a spark and left it nothing but an ash in the dark
A flame that has died and no one is left to blame but
you
who could have tried but refused because of shame
Did you ponder how cold you would feel with a
scarred wound that you caused but no one
cares to heal?
Did you ponder the dark that would touch your soul, and overcome it
when you let your only hope slip, and plummet
When you descended deeper into a pit
of regret and lies?
Did you ponder that every night your parents
the ones responsible for your existence,
would be full with the fright of the
thought that you just might pick this night
to give up your fight
To trade in your vice and all its expenses?
No. Of course not.
How could you ponder the possibility
that you could rot,
when you were the one embalming yourself?
Even in your sleep you reach out
to feel the heat of a body you
don’t own but praise.
Worship not caused by the face
but by the blaze inside the heart,
the warmth radiating from what
love is, how love feels
Even in your sleep, you reach out
While “Mind over Matter” was written about longing, isolation, and love left ignored, Natalie encourage all readers to find a meaning that resonates with them. What makes art so special is the ability of readers to look at a work from their own lens.