November 💛

This year, November slipped its cool hand into mine,
frost tracing the edge of my fingers,
and the music I’d shut out for years
dropped straight through my ribs
carrying a key to the locked rooms
which I pretend don’t exist anymore.

It rewired my body into an instrument,
each note ricocheting down corridors
I thought were sealed.
The waves of melody- so ancient and knowing-
broke over me softly,
washing out my thoughts,
eclipsing my memory,
until I floated, loosened from gravity.

In it also lived an eager rhythm,
set loose by hands that moved faster than thought—
to rampage through my heart
that hadn’t felt its own thunder
for far too long.

I rose from a deep slumber,
burning gold against the brittle air.
My brain flickered in the strange alchemy-
with bright, mischievous chemicals
repainting every thought,
as the cosmos quietly leaned in
and altered the saturation
of my existence,
pixel by pixel.

I drifted along the pavement
as if it were a cloud woven from winter breath,
weightless and unfaltering—
a silent surrender to that forgotten familiarity,
surging inwards like a tide that finally remembered my name.

Belief came easily.
Hope stood steady.
My smile turned stupid.
The fabric of reality had no place in my awakening.
And somewhere a warm hand rested on the shoulder
of the teenager still pacing inside me,
telling her -
loosen your fists,
breathe,
just stay in this moment.

I lit up like fireworks,
startling the shadows that ruled over me.
Something was resurfacing
after a decade of dormancy,
—a zest for life—
fragile as frost,
wide as nightfall,
soft as a blanket,
undeniably real.

I dismantled the fort I had built
brick by brick,
let it all bubble up,
and, inevitably,
here I am-
still warm
against the December
that is descending around me.

aeroyogi
1/12/2025