i see a beautiful tree, leaves
tumbling from its boughs
outstretched limbs, relief in letting go
a burden never meant to carry
she lets the breeze
borrow the load;
she lets the river
carry off her sorrow.
each crumbling memory
no longer rooted in pain
an autumn death which
brings renewal and
I simply want to peruse the view
Circle ’round the vultures, catch the pieces they strew.
A syllable here, a vowel or two,
The cannibalized chunks of the wording we do.
I’m waiting for permission, but they’re circling lower
They don’t want to share
And that’s fair
But I’m starving.
I just want to feel again
Something other than waiting or suspense
Let me remember joy without tears
Give me the patience of love without fear
I’m full beyond empty with courage and loss
What sense does it make – Love,
heartbreak’s highest cost?
Now I wonder when I’ll feel like I’m breathing again
Is it wrong to identify the transitioning seasons
While you live them?
Will I someday stop coping and start
What kind of lightness is now set into my soul
Where a store of chaos has fallen from its hole?
I crammed in every if and dream
The nightmares singing their trancelike screams…
Now, exposed, they all flood out;
A waterfall of wasted doubt.
Why die to tame the lightning and wind?
Why not instead bind the star within
I cannot control where the air-fire strikes
But my heart? It is mine.
And it shall do as I like.
We sometimes want what will not help…
We seek the lights that will melt our hands
Fingers stretching to touch the gold;
Grasping flames not meant to hold…
We sometimes trust what is always wrong…
Freeing floods deeper than our souls,
Lamenting as we cannot float
Cries for mercy cut off by mill-stones
We trap ourselves then weep for home.
How hard is it to mend
A mind once bent and
Torn? Is it possible to sew
Each neural fabric, a mental
My mouth no longer allows a plea
A few eyes are all that’s left of me
Deathly primary shock, the ending freeze
Exquisite numbness is what will finish things.
Make someone a murderer. Distance yourself.
Each person ignores the ones they could help.
Dear one, knock!
Enter if you will.
Anybody sent by God
Does naught but bear goodwill.
How pleasant a task,
Every prisoner asks
“Let me go free! Absolved of all things!”
Poisoner or poisonee… we all need