Poetry by Allanah Bahnsen

In Training

foreign matter
dirties my field
wiping the shine
with fear

dirty perception
shaking a sense of what was
unconscious linked
on a purpose
as the logic is mentored

old energy being touched
breaking feet to ground

the burn of light, dulled
by intense anxiety
matter needing awareness
a thrust forward touches not just any
fear
it is universal
and just enough
to shake the surface
of another reality
who is here now…..
what is the training..?
the rack is stretched again
where am I now….?
anxiety ripples through a larger field
conscious now engaged
to raise the authority of negotiation
the process…of buy back continues