Those first lessons
the ones that
burn deep in the skin and soul and heart
the lessons of leaving
of betrayal
the wound the oozes raw beneath the shield
agony ignored and assauged with a panacea
of quick fixes and momentary thrills
I watch you run
trying to escape
your truth is
tattooed on your Soul
and it keeps pace at your side.
When you can no longer bear the
weight of the pain
I will be waiting
with the balm
that will heal all.
Friday, February 20, 2009
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Elephant
It sits quietly
basking in the sun of a
New Spring
silent and unnamed
as we dance
carefully avoiding the
rising piles of
excrement
the smell stings ~~
the air pungent with
the unsaid
as realization dawns
I turn and find
all exits
blocked.
basking in the sun of a
New Spring
silent and unnamed
as we dance
carefully avoiding the
rising piles of
excrement
the smell stings ~~
the air pungent with
the unsaid
as realization dawns
I turn and find
all exits
blocked.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Atonement
You are foregiven
even before you ask
because I see
only
Your Innocence
and
I know that it is only
in Forgiving
that I am Forgiven
and that is all
I seek.
even before you ask
because I see
only
Your Innocence
and
I know that it is only
in Forgiving
that I am Forgiven
and that is all
I seek.
Embarkation
Once again I take
the Road
Less Traveled
it is not the one that
others would choose
were they me;
or where You have me go,
if I gave You that choice ~
I know not where it leads
to solitude or unity
but the Peace it holds
calls me quietly
and I
Know
I must go. . .
the Road
Less Traveled
it is not the one that
others would choose
were they me;
or where You have me go,
if I gave You that choice ~
I know not where it leads
to solitude or unity
but the Peace it holds
calls me quietly
and I
Know
I must go. . .
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Stepping stone
How do I dig
out of this HOLE
where I willingly
went to fetch you
when you fell, so hard
so fast.
You grasp my hand
and then climbed out
over my body
pressing my flesh into
the black mud
and leaving me
like so much
old trash. . .
out of this HOLE
where I willingly
went to fetch you
when you fell, so hard
so fast.
You grasp my hand
and then climbed out
over my body
pressing my flesh into
the black mud
and leaving me
like so much
old trash. . .
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Parum Nex
I walk through fire
never burning or feeling heat
I carry the weight of
my world
and do not stumble
I am the paragon of
strength and courage
navigating more than any
one
woman
should endure.
But, each day another
chip breaks away and
small drops of
pain
slip down my face
each one a monument
to
the small losses
that have passed
with no stone
or cross
or grave
to mark their exit
never burning or feeling heat
I carry the weight of
my world
and do not stumble
I am the paragon of
strength and courage
navigating more than any
one
woman
should endure.
But, each day another
chip breaks away and
small drops of
pain
slip down my face
each one a monument
to
the small losses
that have passed
with no stone
or cross
or grave
to mark their exit
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Rights
Once you have a child
you give up
certain rights. . .
some are obvious
like
the right to just take off
and go to the movies
without planning or thinking about it
or
the right to go to the bathroom
without a knock on the door
or
the right to buy only the toys
you want for yourself
or
the right to sleep through the night
when there are monsters under the bed.
But the biggest right you willingly hand over
is the right
to self-destruct
because someone
counts on you and
only you
So you pick yourself up
and dust off and
move forward and realize
that the privilege of being the
Mother
is worth it all.
you give up
certain rights. . .
some are obvious
like
the right to just take off
and go to the movies
without planning or thinking about it
or
the right to go to the bathroom
without a knock on the door
or
the right to buy only the toys
you want for yourself
or
the right to sleep through the night
when there are monsters under the bed.
But the biggest right you willingly hand over
is the right
to self-destruct
because someone
counts on you and
only you
So you pick yourself up
and dust off and
move forward and realize
that the privilege of being the
Mother
is worth it all.
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