Empty

she needed people who listened
and helped her to empty her heart;
it was so large and fragile,
and she so easily filled it
with the wrong things,
with weight that was not hers to carry

she needed people who listened
and helped her to empty her heart;
it seemed to always need
emptying

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Emerging

frightened, counting every moment between breaths
aching to share all the details, even the why
the river of words gone dry
expectations dying a thousand deaths

yet, resolve trudges on, pressing past the verge
proving they can’t be numbered, not yet
the precipice must be met
truth ready to emerge

no more thread to needle to skin
no need to stuff it in
no more charlatan smile
real, stay a while

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The Price of Freedom

‘give me your tired, your poor,
your huddled masses yearning to breathe free’;
I’ll make you empty promises,
then your children I’ll decree

give me ‘the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me’;
I’ll build border armies,
and internment camps for thee

‘I lift my lamp beside the golden door!’,
and then slam it shut, so you’ll pass through nevermore

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Confession

please forgive me,
for I have sinned,
it’s been so long
since my last confession

on humble knees,
I poured out my heart,
but only left
with more questions

the penance you gave
brought me no absolution,
I counted and prayed,
slid the beads trough my fingers

yet the weight of it all
just felt much heavier,
each step so wobbly,
with a guilt that still lingers

what do you want from me?
haven’t I paid?

I walk with compassion,
on this path that you paved

I give of my core,
hope for each soul I encounter,
and my heart is so open,
it often gets crushed

and why, oh why,
does it seem
that my own voice
is always hushed?

can you hear me?
do you care?

Oh, God
what if the one not listening,
is the me who’s too scared?

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She Is

she is the yes girl
the cleans up the mess girl
the yearns for your caress girl
messy on the inside

she is the aim to please you girl
the helps you when you’re blue girl
the won’t quit till she’s through girl
screaming on the inside

she is the peace keeping girl
the up when you’re sleeping girl
the mind always leaping girl
exhausted on the inside

she is the wants a hug girl
the needs you like a drug girl
the soul full of love girl
desperate on the inside

she is the wants to feel like yours girl
the heart for you pours girl
the wants to give you more girl
trying on the inside

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Fall

it was a arduous journey,
but with calloused hands,
I continued the climb

at the top,
I looked around in amazement –
everything was bright frosted stars and distances

the thing is,
I understood in that moment that there is no top –
there are only distances and scenery along the way,
and the ability to be awake enough to travel and see it all

so I closed my eyes and let myself fall

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Place

life has lead me through experience
to thought,
and thought to action,
through action to trial and error,
on a path back through words,
to love,
and creation

it’s been the most amazing,
eye-opening, and soul-baring ride

and this life keeps leading me back to words,
to love,
and a call to action –
a call to being

but, oddly enough,
that call to being is, at times,
at odds with words,
with time itself

and I can’t quite find my place to be

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