Our poor mother
She cannot breathe
For we have blanketed
Her in concrete
In lieu
Of seeds.
Our poor mother
She cannot breathe
For we have blanketed
Her in concrete
In lieu
Of seeds.
We learn so much from each other
In the silence
If only we listen
To what we
Hear.
Retract your claws.
Release your grasp
On old hurts and regrets of the past.
Those
Wounds left open
And afflicted in you by others.
Wrongs done by you yourself as well.
Misunderstandings and assumptions
Creating resentment in your belly.
Release them into the stillness.
This is not a practice round but you already know that.
And you wonder why,
Oh why
Sweet misery still beds you.
Untie the binds that restrain you from
Reaching.
From touching.
From holding love to your heart.
Do not wait.
She has come so far.
She has become a stronger woman than
She used to be.
But then certain people reappear
And she
Is gone before she realizes what has happened.
She becomes invisible.
So small.
Like she’s never been at all.
Come closer
Dear soul.
Let me warm your heart
For I feel you have caught a chill.
These days have been heavy
And you have not quite been yourself,
Wandering hopelessly without shelter.
Let us create shelter in kindness.
Let us resurrect hope in togetherness.
She falters for words
(just keep breathing)
So she chooses instead
To pour her heart into
Paper and lead.
She saves her breath
(just keep breathing)
Slipping
Secrets
So delicately
Into the curves
Of each letter
She writes.
(hands steady she keeps breathing)
You know so little
About certain
People
Places
Things
Yet you assume so
Much
You hold yourself steady
As another wave rolls in.
Which is most frightening
When you feel it begin,
Knowing what lies between or what is at the end?
Invisible slips and invisible falls.
The faceless voices who taunt;
And from shadows
Call.
Going from gladness
(In deeper)
To sadness
(In deeper)
To madness
(In deeper)
To the darkness within.
The flesh feels alive and well
While the mind makes itself a home in
An unseen hell.
How is it that you can pull on my heart,
Stir me,
When you breathe so far away?
I think you left your dreams under my pillow.
I think you left your hands here for I feel them
Singing me to sleep.
I think your essence is in my bed
Still tangled in my sheets.
I will leave you as you are
If that’s what you like.
Or
I can return at sundown.
You can put your hand in mine
If that’s what you like.
And place your head on my shoulder.
The world goes on.
The noise continues outside
As warm smiles get colder.
But here there can be just you and I.
Heat from within
If that’s what you like.