The Unexpected

What matter now

if you've been fake

and I've been following,

my face turned skyward

because it's a family tradition.

Most of us know

when we look down

into the mirror of truth

the unexpected and unwanted

shows It's face!

After all, sometimes we land here

in a body with feelings undesired

intent on externalizing

within visual range

the loss, loss unobtainable.

I know. I tried.

I wanted to let you know

we're all addicted to something.

Perhaps it's the air

we breath and want to protect

or to feel other boundaries

pulling them close to the chest.

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It's true, there are times

we want to slip

between familiar sheets

nestling between walls

between borders. It's a tradition,

another ancestral tradition

to build protective fortification

around family, clan and holdings.

The point is though,

walls that can be built, crumble

lies become heavy weights

and anything noticed without,

causing enough ripple within

expands to become a raft

for the journey home,

even naked bodies

burning to ascend

with arms reaching

to behold.

· ChandaliPoetStory 2016