Many have experienced
Unfathomable horrors.
Listen to the wisdom,
For they choose every day
To be present;
To now walk in love.
To breathe in love;
To speak in love.
Believe.
Peace be with you dear hearts.
Many have experienced
Unfathomable horrors.
Listen to the wisdom,
For they choose every day
To be present;
To now walk in love.
To breathe in love;
To speak in love.
Believe.
Peace be with you dear hearts.
They punish her in their silent ways.
After she has spoken up,
After she is exhausted.
The ones she loves most.
Unapologetically,
Indirectly
Forgetting.
She is soft to them,
She is weak.
She knows she has been taken advantage of,
Manipulation in their pious suffering
Pulling at her heart.
She bends,
She sways.
To be there when the weight is so heavy
On her.
She moves ever so slowly.
They know
She has yet to speak and then
It leaves her mind as to why;
She cries.
She cannot be who they think she should be in
Their false strength
And the lights go out.
No one speaks the truth
It is a knowing,
This a silence flowing and waiting for one to enter and submerge.
Beckoning.
Welcoming;
Releasing all to welcome all.
Truth is in the being not the speaking,
Listen.
Love. Stillness.
Shed what is known, therein lies what is.
Truth is merely a word created to capture and cage concrete reality which cannot
be held.
Thought is fluid.
Receptors heightened.
A rush of heat
Surges through my blood.
A song rises from my lips
As I speak your name.
A vibration timeless.
And my heart lifts to the heavens.
No distance between us
In that moment.
I hold you still and
Always will.
there once was a little girl
who loved to giggle
sometimes she would not like
what she was told to eat
in her stubbornness
she would sit at the table all alone
until darkness came;
Til all but two were tucked in bed.
She would get thumped upside the head
and called some terrible things
but still she would sit hoping they would forget
her plate was not clean.
words were screamed
and words were repeated but to bring the spoon to her lips,
she just would not do it.
And in the end she would go to bed dirty.
stripped naked she was forced to stand
while the food she refused to eat,
well,
it was rubbed all over her bare skin
(mashed potatoes and peas burned in her memories)
in her nose and her ears
And down to her toes.
her pretty brown hair mangled and messed
perhaps one day she would learn;
and she did.
She learned not to speak,
she learned not to argue.
she learned to do what she was told,
to eat every morsel on the plate before her
until nothing was left;
And she slowly disappeared.
*originally published August 2016 @choleintodiamonds*
How can I be lost
When I am right here.
I touch my lips.
Lost.
Yet I have not left.
I speak.
I hear my voice
Yet
Ears do not stop and hear
Nor tongues reply.
I am
Yet
I am not.
No one has really ever known her.
Seen her.
It is because she seldom speaks up.
She is so tired of
Trying to be heard above the noise.
She does not share her stories anymore
So others just see her smile.
They feel her hugs.
They think she is the quiet girl,
The frail one
Because she is kind.
She is learning that she does not have to explain to anyone.
She used to try but her lips stop her now.
And her heart.
Someday she will meet someone who truly sees her.
Until then she sees herself and that is enough.
All of this time
You have confused
Karma
For
Retribution.
You speak of it with
Vengeance in your heart
And
Venomous ill will on your tongue.
Karma
Is
Ultimate
Love.
She will try not to run.
She will try not to hide.
She will try not to turn away.
She will look you in the eye.
She will listen to you speak
Of her as if she is pretty
While voices scream otherwise in her head.
She will stay when you smile at her tenderly,
Every cell in her body desiring nothing more
Than to vanish.
Her heartbeat has been rendered immobile.
Artifacts from days gone by holding every
Ventricle hostage.
She is trying to be brave.
If you knew
How the earth shook beneath her feet
When she moved,
How the thunder echoed in her ears
When she tried to speak
You would
Realize just how courageous
She is.
You speak
Softly,
Words
Dripping
With sweet honey.
Pleasant to hear.
Dressed up in delicate finery
And strategically placed
Amongst
Gems and Flowers.
Yet,
No matter how crafty you think you are
Dousing the final presentaion in aromatic fragrances
………………..
A lie
Is still
A lie