Diagnosis

only one month in
the word came in the room
and she felt the burn
of loss before the fight began

unknown still
ungrown, wrapped in soft
flannel just gazing
into her face
and already
broken

What could she do but,
try and cry
and look about
and whisper
Why?

A road of hope
with odds recited
uninvited reality
knocks each time
new skin against her lips
she dreams of bliss
of still knowing her child
as she grows old

Blindfish

When anger bubbles up
what should I do?

let it grind
my insides out
a limestone cave
a dripping certainty
stalactite stuck staying
threatening from above
but rooted in fear

instead I could
 release
the drips
into the trickle
the stream
the river of
blindfish
and hope
I swim faster
than they do.

Words

Been on hiatus from my self
and stuck my mind up on a shelf

Not an ounce of new creation
just a brow creased in frustration

Oh words have danced across my page
of joy and fears and hope and rage

Frozen there and all alone
even I can't read my own

words

Burnt Out

My nose is cold
my fingers, they crackle
a fire burnt out
is too much to tackle

My lines are forgotten
my song, it falters
a melody learned
it too hard to alter

So... stillness becomes
companion, near friend
clock hands turning
'til emptiness ends

Duality

She sees right through me
with a practiced eye
and a knowing nod.

The power within her
pulses outward toward
my kneeling form
enveloping
the entirety of my
unease.

And just like that,
she swallows my discontent.

And though it catches in
her throat
and her
eyes bulge with effort,
she does not choke,
but smiles
as I stand
to save her.

Islands

Beautiful island in my soul
Can't find the shade,
Can't  stay here alone.

Tried to bring you with me
only to find,
you have your own
and can't live long on mine.

Passing by

walking along corridors
filled with colors
so rich with
smooth brown skin
enriched with pinpricks
heavy loads
cast upon
our backs

a momentary glance
eyes deep with
last night's echoes
tomorrow's false starts
on the edge
of revelation
shadowed by
apathy

a guarded look
unseen
shuffling past
faces lit
by miniature screens
connections
unrecquited
moving off
into the night