the forest beyond and within

For most of my life
I have struggled
and do struggle
to see the forest
rather than the trees.

The split seconds
the brief and beautiful moments
where all I can see is the forest
the unified whole
seem so fleeting
when my gaze habitually resumes
onto individual trees
my heart shatters
at the let down
at the loss
at the implied regression.

Pause.
Breathe.
Zoom out.
See the forest
beyond
and within.
It’s always there.

expanding beyond

Playing timid
has kept me safe
behind the walls of smiles and acquiescence
for a long time.

Eventually the walls come down
to cast glimpses of ferocity and desire
upon the shocked faces
of those who expected less from me.
They can hardly believe it.
Their painted image of me, shattered.

For me, the focal,
at last I reach expansion.
Expanding beyond me, beyond them,
for me.