it’s a fantasy

for me—

it’s been a fantasy,

what i’ve wanted

in life.

-

just, fantasy.

i found water,

i found fresh air,

-

i found joys that last

but it’s like melting.

for a living,

-

when it’s mostly just

a fantasy.

fiction helps—

-

i can write and clarify

my mind, my spirit,

my heart and

-

my body—

what else do you do

with a life of fantasy

-

other than just paint,

write and smoke?

to heal?

-

a fantasy?

fiction helps—

poems help,

-

notes help,

words help,

faces help.

-

at least for me,

when fantasy

felt like reality

-

and now you’re

unsure what’s

real…

-

but if you know

the beauty of

fiction,

-

you know the

true story

too.

-

the storm of clouds

gathered across

the journey

-

of my life are like

a caterpillar,

searching, lurking

-

to await the time

of covering—

god is good

-

to always, always

cover us in

our sacred

-

transformations,

each time.

it’s a process,

-

i trust it, though

how i’ve seen it

is unique,

-

i guess.

it’s not really.

it’s just my life

-

as written in,

through

and on

-

my flesh,

my body,

my fantasy.

-

✍🏻

Dr. Grace Gravity