Anger is knocking at my door
Asking to be let in
Her hands are full of pity,
A twisted elixir that
Turns everything into haze
And blame…
Yet I know sorrow’s dampening
Clouds are not far off
If I drink anger’s potion of
Forgetfulness
And my heart cannot take more rain
There’s nothing left inside
But darkness and pain
And anger is but a mask I would use
To hide from myself, damaging
This poor trodden spirit yet more,
Until there’s nothing left for me
To protect or endure
Tag: inspiration
dawn’s suffering
the dark night troubles dawn
as she labors to bring
the sun to life;
even as song birds herald
her pains each morning
the weight of her task
tolls heavily upon her heart…
depressed and lying upon
the altar of her own suffering,
dawn’s soul lingers exhaustedly
waiting for the light to return
and the day to start…
how I feel for her each morn
as i too, battle the darkness
and emerge with sun’s sweet light
to another day and another fight
reunified⭐️
ancient stars linger
in these eyes-
far reaching and dusty
clouds from this life
blind sight with
gray matter to confuse
day from night….
and though your heart
may dwell among
those lights,
and i can no longer
see you through
this dusky haze,
just knowing
you’re up there-
watching-
is enough for this soul
of mine to trust
that we will be
Reunified
sinking
I am sinking into
The water of my soul;
Continuing to fall
Deeper and deeper
Until I meet myself-
That white light,
The spark that
Lights my spirit
And lets me break free
From the noise that
Surrounds my life…
Would that I could
Release breath
And live within the
Star filled sea of soul,
And be lost to my own
Changing tides,
And governed by
The moon that
Lingers above me
lost to me- for L
She is lost to me,
Her eyes avert mine
And her body turns away
When I am close;
Her heart is but a barricade
All roads inside blocked off…
Now I must surrender
To this rolling tide,
The most of it my fault-
Love isn’t a word that comes
Easy to me
My heart’s been withdrawn,
Never understanding
how to adequately give…
And I linger now in the shadow
Of pain and regret;
My love an empty vein draining
Through a plastic sieve..
Oh how I wish it were some other way
And she might find it
Within her
to let go and forgive
avoidance
Slumbering brain, unwilling
To listen to words that pour forth
From the heart-
Such truth that longs to be told;
To be realized…
Yet this mind is resistant
To the mention of such harshness
Critically flowing forth from
obvious truth-
Too sharp to be understood,
Sleep overtakes logic
And the the mind wavers instead
Within the worlds between
Light and dark
Hoping to be released
From the reality that dogs it so…
Oh avoidance! When will you let go
Of this untenable hold upon the mind
Now captured and imprisoned upon
Your righteous bed of lies
rain
Nothingness hangs about
Dropping bits of uninspired
Thought from the sky,
Unenthusiastically
Bitter gray doldrums linger
Darkly
Preventing illumination
Keeping the heart from seeing
Into the divine; secrets that now
Linger just beyond heart’s view
Oh, sorry sorry day!
There’s nothing that can break
This underwhelming silence
That collects yet more gray rain
Waiting, wasting, withering away
Heart’s calls for help are stifled
By this vast nothingness
Oblivion
this truth
where has the heart gone?
hidden way from fear,
banished from her own chest,
she lingers alone…
tears within the fabric of self
keep her empty and scared…
oh love! your sense of entitlement
has gone on too long…
you must find a way back to this soul
so that we may mend the broken fences
that emotions lingers upon…
this folly creates such pain;
as there are no reparations without
honesty
and this truth you must claim
as your own…
generational dysfunction
Cycles of pain spin
Throughout generational lines;
Each turning wheel
A different color,
An individual thread,
That links back to a source-
A dysfunctional tear-
Where all confusion began…
Perhaps endings will resolve
The pain of separation
And we might all find love again
there is no hiding
These ears long to hear
What’s in your heart;
But for the dread of
Selfishness that lingers within mine-
So afraid your words might hurt,
I hide among the river reeds
And hope your storm might pass
Me by
Though pain turns quickly to anger
And a frustrated you
Rips and claws at the very
Place I hide
Needing to be heard
Oh life! A cruel lesson
That will not cease, a harsh
Task master that demands we step
Out of darkness
Lest we fall into the dead marshes
And lose our souls there
There is no hiding from the pain
Of recognition, of wrongdoing,
Of others we hurt- we simply
Linger on with an open heart
And try to understand
the SIBYL'S SONG 