Calling Poem by Caylin Paige

Upon waking up from my deep slumber
I did still falter
Recollections of my bi-polar tendencies
Flower petal picking whimsy
Beliefs

Of up and down
Of love and hate
Of left and right

And of fate?

Surely I wanted to relate?

Neurotic and excitable
Living my life out in my head

Letting the ones I love speak into my deaf ears

Now, while falling out of bed with my knotted and tangled hair, I greet the morning with a new flexibility and drive.
Fast and free flow with the divine.

Talking about giving back and steady hands.
Talking about walking the line and telling my truth.

Endearing passion may I capture you?

Won't you
Light the fire
That has been so dim in my soul?

May I be your vessel?
I will lend you my tools.

For what I once believed was a fool is now a saint
And what I once believed was a saint is now a martyr