Snapshot Poem: "The Prodigal"

Rebellious
mind whirling, body sinking, soul convulsing
still pressing outward
away from the fire
that burned

scared, but independent
determined, but unsure
can dreams come true?
or is my ultimate destination
a mirage

must find out
will not be bound
by spirit or truth
don’t want to act
perfect
for their sake
uneasy, to acknowledge the heaven
and not the earth
the clouds
without the dirt

but spirit and flesh coexist
not always friends
not always enemies
but companions

so, gone into darkness to find
pieces of self that make spirit smile
or cringe, both are necessary for now
and if this journey should lead to a return
spirit will put it all back together again
and exhale a pleasant sigh
that her flesh
is home