Awakening

I.

On a recessed and murky wall

 the slate shadow of a lone ballerina stood

  waiting to wed her anima and animus

  hid beneath her ruffled skirt.

Questions arose from the shadows  

during her wait:  

what occurred when I was young?  

When did I become someone?

Was I an item on a grocery list  

something rushed home to refrigerate

  a child my parents chose to flagellate?  

Is this how I fell out of love?

Am I this wall or it a part of me? 

I hold the masculine 

but my "me" maps other memories.

II.

Yearning to be touched by the masculine sprite  

in regions her psyche long suppressed 

she faced the truth beneath her dress.

Then dancing upon shattered stone and rock

  her wobbly feet choreographed her release 

 forming movements in swirls  of grey  

till the red morn rose on the eastern rise 

spilling light into her awakening world  

warming her body to the presence of Love.

the tears of charlie

his life unheeard, now shared

for ears perked open to hear his tales

his truth gathered in his breast years long:

these now tease words from his trusting lips

lips that had long awaited someone to enter the garden of his heart

roam there, lay on the lea, picnic beneath his bleeding tree.

charlie's tears leaked quietly down as joyous drops

assusred that he was heard through once buried words

and in the friend-padded embrace of the revelations of his heart

he was set free to be the story-teller of his past.