You.
Sitting up so high.
Applauding yourself
As you hand out kindness to those
You deem worthy.
This is not kindness.
It is corruption
Of kindness.
All are worthy.
You.
Sitting up so high.
Applauding yourself
As you hand out kindness to those
You deem worthy.
This is not kindness.
It is corruption
Of kindness.
All are worthy.
I wish I had walked taller,
Spoke louder,
Held my head higher.
Wish I could have looked you in the eye
Instead of looked away.
I wish I could draw a picture and fill the whole page
Without cringing.
Wish I could spread my wings and fly.
Wish I could pick up the pieces of me,
But they keep slipping through my hands.
Wish I could put them together right
The ones that I can find.
Time.
You cannot speed it up when you feel
Pain.
You cannot slow it down when you feel
Joy.
So let it go
And feel it all.
Dance to the music of your life with wild abandon.
Not once have I taken pause
To look back in regret
Those moments I put aside
A task at hand
To savor with complete enjoyment
My children;
To delight in all that they are.
They are the joy of my heart.
The word in the neighborhood
Was you wanted to kiss me.
You with your beautiful eyes
And playful grin.
Sometimes I would ride my bike by your house on the way to the park.
(my green girls bike with the funky handle bars and seat)
I thought it was dorky because all the cool kids rode boy bikes
Or banana seat bikes.
(And honestly,
I was just happy to have a bike)
Anyway,
You would say “Hi” in that rough voice of yours.
Brunette curls just covering your left eye.
Cigarette hanging off your lip;
Laid back as could be.
You didn’t know I could see your bruises.
The ones you tried to hide.
(I hid mine too)
I was too shy to even speak so I would keep riding by
All the while holding my breath.
(Truthfully
I never thought I was enough for anyone)
Sometimes I remember the kiss.
Just a peck on the cheek but still…….
Do you?
I don’t know where I am going.
Not even where I have been.
Sometimes it feels like a dream
From end to beginning
Wishing and thinking
Trying to fly away when I feel too heavy.
Maybe I should have let you kiss
Me
That moonless night.
These weary legs of mine
Have carried me when my heart
Believed I was done.
When my eyes saw only shadows
My soul ignited a fire that lit the way
So I could see.
And I go,
I go on.
For once
I did not shade my eyes
And turn away from love.
I entered into the fever
Bidding
Heat to
Singe me to the core;
Thereby regarding my heart as if anew.
I,
Bound in this
Internal prison
No more.
That aching doubt
You keep tucked
Under your ribcage,
Recognize it and allow it to be held kindly.
Grant love permission to come around
And settle deep
Therein.
We are neither one
Nor the other
Which we try to
Call each other.
Identities created leave us encased in circles.
Either looking up or down,
Not around.
Forgetting there is more.
Thinking we are bound by others thoughts on life
And love.
We are too much to be reduced
To mere words created
In an effort to make sense.