Regarding the condition of my being.
A poem, a prayer, a meditation,a proclamation to the universe about what is currently taking place in my life.
Universe-
Redeem me from the slow death of stagnancy. I beg you- rip me violently from my computer desk and throw me down, hands first, into dirt... into earth crawling with insects, teaming with life, growing roots of hope. Refresh my body with work, and my soul with the vicious solitude of my own thoughts.
Give me cut up hands and a mended mind, sore feet and a quiet conscious with whom to lay down at night and have tender pillow talk. I pray, I rage, I scream for exhaustion that rolls over me after a long day's toil... a day in which my psyche is not removed from my flesh machine...
I ache for moments of gratitude lifted on high for true labor- labor that frees me from the digital gods who have been so long a part of my bloodstream that I hardly recognize their foreignness... their sovereignty.
May this become a reckoning, among many, that turns me to face my fire scarred internal landscape and accept the tedious gift of delivering myself back to me.
- Logan Marie, March 2025