Defined by my own borders, I exist within.
My emotions are vast oceans, rushing rivers, trickling streams, irrigating my being with their cold wet life.
I cross continents with my thoughts, huge landscapes sculpted by my inner nature. The rocks and crevices erupt from my centre, fashioned by tears, carved by the movement of my breath.
These fertile plains were once barren, dry dust bowls devoid of life. The only world I knew existed outside of my skin, these inner lands lay forgotten, unexplored.
Now flower filled meadows are created by my laughter, trees spring up from verdant valleys seeded by hope. My joy is bird song filling the air.
. . . and when night falls and the sky is black as velvet, the stars are my dreams, waiting for me to join them in their dance of becoming.
- Susannah Bec 2010