When she wanders
On and on,
One step at a time
Into the wilderness,
The emptiness disappears.
And she is filled with
Flowers and moss,
Berries and bark.
The wind speaking her native tongue in
Whispers to her soul.
Floating in the infinity of the veil.
The coyotes call to family bring her back,
Reminding her the sun is setting
And she slowly returns home to
Sweet slumber.
Another day is done.
The head and the heart communicate.
In stillness the soul whispers
Making sense of it all if one chooses to listen;
Discernment.
They do not need the sun to warm their bones,
The heat of touch
And gentle whispers will do;
An understood assurance in the closeness.
Placidly now they shimmer.
I keep the fan running all
Night
So i cannot hear the ghosts
Shuffling around the room
Or whispering
In my ear.
I pull my feet tucked up close to me
When they tug at the sheets;
Fetal position.
I haven’t slept sound since
I was three.
His whisper,
Gentle to her heart
Awakens her
And into the dream
They descend
Only to
Ascend after all is undone.
Transforming.
Metamorphosis;
Joined in the same journey albeit
Apart;
Blossoming in time.
One must gaze into the depths of ones own heart and accept who you really are
Then
Shift and heal.
Love.
One must first speak truth to oneself;
Soulspeak in whispers.
I struggle to steady my mind
And I cannot find the breath to
Say i am tired,
And I cannot find the strength to
Reach for you.
My walls so high and mighty.
My fear steals my bones.
I’ve heard them whisper about me
Then turn and
Smile at me in the reflection in the mirror.
I’ve seen them steal away and swallow
Anything they can put their fingers on.
Eat. Sleep.
Dream.
Dry earth
Gets thirsty,
Now
Summoning the rain.
When I
Am parched
I whisper your name.
Here raindrops
Fall softly on the roof,
The sweet smell of damp leaves fills
The room,
And here I am
drowning
In
Thoughts of you.
Abused. Ill-treated.
Born into barbed wire boundaries.
Reiterate,
Reiterated
Over and over
How incapable one is
To even make a simple decision.
(Wrong. Wrong again)
To celebrate joyfully,
To make a sound could set fire to surroundings.
Destruction.
Loose track of truth as lies are the padding between
Being reprimanded physically
Or
Verbally.
Blurred lines
And confusion.
(Mock and shame)
How to interact;
Manipulation
False praises and head games.
How to explain
Voice crushed,
Airway blocked.
To whisper brought trembling
To body
And tears to brim
To which people yelled
“Speak up!
What is your problem?”
Came back to these old streets,
The path feels so natural beneath my feet.
Broken doorways,
They whisper my name.
They know me from before.
Now condemned;
Boarded windows
And graffiti walls.
No going back to
How it was.
Boards creak and walls speak.
They tell me,
“Move on little girl.
We loved you then,
We love you still.
Best be moving on.
Move along.
The ghosts who called you back
Be long gone.
There only remains residual
Energy of things turned to ash
Blowing now
In the wind.
Head East, or North
South or West.
It is best you move along.”
Chole Into Diamonds 