the quiet in my mind
is only matched by the
screaming of my heart…
I long for the day when the duality
that lies within my soul
be replaced by a singular
self acceptance
Tag: life lessons
snake oil
You rode into town
on a beautiful white steed
and promised me the stars-
packed neatly in a bottle
of snake oil
And I bought it from you…
the cost was my heart-
which I paid to you quite generously
river
There’s a river of forgiveness
that resides just within
my mind’s eye;
I can see it
as it peacefully flows down
to soothe my heart
from the fire you left behind
to touch the stars
It’s still dark yet- not quite dawn
And I can hear the song birds
Getting ready for the sun
And I know that you, well, you’re gone
It’s okay…
you weren’t really all that real anyway
More of a tune I made up in my head
A longing that you filled
Inside my heart- a sweet desperation
To touch the stars
deep and venerable pain
There lies just beneath my smile
A deep and venerable pain
That I can’t explain, or wish away-
I try to escape, into ideas and words
that might distract my brain,
But it’s always there, waiting for me
Like an ache that won’t release,
A knot in my chest with no relief,
So I sit here and pretend that
It’s all okay
It’s just a deep and venerable pain.
magician
I loved a man desperately
and that desperation made
me believe that truth was illusion,
and illusion truth.
A slight of hand, and my complicit
willingness to disbelieve
what lay right in front of me,
burned my soul to ash.
Beware of magicians who come
dressed as ordinary men.
holes
You ask for my decision
Will I give you what you need?
I hesitate blindly
Knowing that I am too broken
To fill your heart with light
How can I catch rainbows
When my net is full of holes?
time
The beating of your heart
Is a clock I can keep time by
Steady and confident
I lay my head down
To listen to the rhythmic
Tock of your constancy
And lose my thoughts
To the wash of time
strange and ponderous
Sitting in my car, sunroof open,
staring at the clouds
as I listen to cars hustle by-
And I think of fresh linen
What a juxtaposition
Clean skies, and dirty sounds
Thinking of my life, such
wondrous similarities….
healthy living masking
dirty emotions
that lie just underneath
a clean facade
….Strange and ponderous
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