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Sunday, August 6, 2017

Life Stands Still

As the lives
Of those around me

Spin with
Activity

Fill with
Opportunities

Launch into
Adventures

It feels like
My life
Stands still

Stationary

Same house
Same job
Same days

No new adventures
In site

No money
To fund
New adventures
If they came

Not sure I mind
The stillness

Given my need
For calm

Yet
Some lives spinning
Some lives still

And me here
Watching it all

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Psychosis

Words that spill out fast
Unable to keep up
With the pace of thoughts
Moving faster

Everything seen
As a sign
Of something else

Numbers and patterns
And meaning
That is not there

Nonsensical ideas repeated

Certainty that you
Are someone
You are not

A very clear mission
In your mind
And no ability
To explain
The logic of it

Middle of the night
Wake ups to share
Garbled thoughts
No concept of the time
Or interruption

A loud and
Demanding
Listen To Me
Tone

And you won’t stop talking
Talking
Talking

Because you are manic
Manic
Manic

On the fast track
To psychosis

Unaware
Of how fast
You are spiraling

Oblivious
To your need
For help

Saturday, June 24, 2017

Holding A Poem

At times
Holding a poem
That is unfolding inside
Can feel heavy

The words
Lining up
To give voice
To pain

Other times
The poem being held
Links together inside
With ease

The words
Floating and light
Happy
In their release

Each poem
In need of shelter
As it forms

Today
The poem
I’m holding inside
Is heavy

And my job
Is only this

To show it respect
And hold it close

And give it
The time required
To form the words it needs
To be free

Vulnerable In This World

I can’t help but notice
They are so
Unprotected
Fragile
Vulnerable
In this world

Our children

But over time
With teaching
Lessons can be learned

With practice
Their little bodies
Will get stronger

Until someday
They no longer need
Our protection

I can’t help but notice
They are so
Unprotected
Fragile
Vulnerable
In this world

Our parents

The lessons they
Were meant to learn
Long since learned

Their weakening bodies
Never to be returned
To the strength of the past

From this point forward
They now and will always
Need protection
 
Our children
Our parents

Standing at
Different ends
Of vulnerable
In this world

Because they are new here
Or preparing to leave here

Each of us
Together here

With those
That we love
Dearly here

Finding our way
Through

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Your Heart Can Take It

Much like when
You can’t imagine

Lifting the weight required
For a final rep

One more burpee
Tacked onto an impossible set

Another pushup
Supported by shaking arms

And you push through anyway
Certain that your heart
Will explode

You learn this

Your heart can take it

In the same way
That your heart
Can take the pain

Of one more devastation

Of a rejection
Unexpected and deep

Of a disappointment
That has all the signs
Of being the one
That finally breaks you apart

Your heart can take it

Your heart can take it in class
Your heart can take it in life

Your heart beats
With a strength
All its own

Holding together
The one
It beats
Inside of

Known Me Well

When I die
All my words
May die too

Erased from cyberspace
Hardcopies tossed away

But my writing
Will not have been
In vain

For by writing
I will
Have known
Me well

And all who’ve read it
Will have known me well
Too
 

My Own Voice

If you’ve always
Had permission
To speak

Had years of practice
Speaking your truth

Valuing your own thoughts
And expressing them
To others
Who value them
Just as much

Than you can’t know
What’s it like
To not have a voice

To have lived
Silenced
In many ways

You can’t know
The work
That being heard
Requires

How quiet it has to be
For me to acknowledge
My own true feelings
To even myself

How much space
Is required
For me to hear
My own voice

So this is why
You won’t find me
Yelling above the crowd
To be heard
 
Screaming my truths
To the world
 
Singing above
A whisper
At times

I’m still learning
To hear
The sound of
My own voice
 
So that one day
It can be shared