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THE REUNIFICATION OF SELF by Nichole Spinarski


There is a thought that ideas and inspiration come in from a source higher than ourselves. When open to its arrival this etheric essence merges with our being to transform into materialized substance, thus story is born. While this is true, the spark that ignites our being is also etched from the very pen of personal experience, creating a unique story that is all our own. This is mine: 


The Reunification of Self
by Nichole Spinarski

I grieve for leaving you alone down there,
without dagger or sword,
without blanket or shawl.
A frigid world incased
in the fragility of your wanton thoughts.
Inescapable except for the annihilation of self
and the demons that occupy your house.

I grieve for the floods that have left you for dead.
In a damp land of emotion,
floating on a boat of tears,
with no clear land in sight.

I grieve for the fire that has lost its spark.
In a world where fear reigns supreme,
and any ideas grand or small
are quickly extinguished by the density of form
that is too idle to move,
and too fearful to take stride.

And I grieve that I took you for granted.
What you offered me was never enough-
What I sought was outside of you,
yet you were the blanket of my true happiness
and the road map to home.

And all this while,
 I had abandoned you. 
You, my love, my beloved. 
Come back home to me. 

Enter through the front gate where flowers will be blooming in your honor-
a pond flowing freely with coy and turtle,
a swan elegantly bathing in the fullness of the moonlight.  And I,

 I will be sitting on a patch of grass and dirt, bare
breasted and book in hand-
Red bound and barren
and dipped in the virginity of this requited love.  

Come sit with me.  Let us finish where we left off.
Let us meet in this garden,
naked and bare-boned,
and rewrite the story of our life-
where you and I
are united in this dance of one.




Nichole Spinarski: Through trial and tribulation, pain and elation, Nichole follows the inspiration as it flows through her and on to paper. She currently resides in Northern, CA with her partner and cat, who both incite an outpouring of creativity through the medium of love. Other muses being nature, the great mysteries, spirit and the human condition. You may connect with Nichole via email: pickinikkis@gmail.com    

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