XVI. Sentinel by Deeksha Holla

Eat everything. Devour more.

Taste every possession, Fill your hunger, Realize that you were given its warm embrace As chosen. Special. Talent preserved, ability present: That’s you. It’s in all of you. Reflect all that is special and all that is unique, So that those who don’t have it adore you And those who do envy you even more.

I don’t think you’d ever understand what it’s like To be on the bottom. But all for the better: Sit atop the throne because the world gave it to you. I will lift you from the bottom.

Because you have talent- real talent. And those who have it Should never become Those without.

sentinel

it is too plain to see the sun fall and rise there, in the soft line by the water, I feel without: my eyes full, my skin lost I wait to be cradled in the heat; glitter on grain, cliffside and collapse beneath yet I remain unscathed

sometimes I ask this spectacle of rose, that which cracks from land and pulse,

to hang low, unmoving and set your red giant upon me

pink minutes will last days