I was reading Many Masters, Many Souls
and this stir in me began churning the want to look farther into my past
a past beyond my own life
I could get in touch with three of my past lives - all of which seemed to mirror an aspect of my current existence
and all three seemed to never be able to solve the problems that I’m currently facing -
living through
polar opposite timeframes
similar experiences
I thought my soul we hexed–
my grandma believed my mom had her tubes wiccan tied
and yet I was still born
so, it had to make sense
There was something eating all of us
and it was never our fault
and yet we all made do
that’s why I admire all my lives
from a distance
they all seemed to understand what was happening to them—
the same house we got raped in
we knew the whys
and knew that things were out of our control
and it’s just that I prefer for it to keep happening to me—
all future and past versions of me
over and over again
but I be the only one who doesn't understand it
than have my soul buried deep waiting eternal nothingness
all the travails that come with it make it of muse
of substance plausible for art
or just of sweetness,
given sugar, given salt
makes the bitter and briny moments worthwhile for those fleeting moments of candied memories
so, I’ll always keep choosing this world, this life
it will always be
never to the afterlife