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

-image via Pixabay

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Dawning Dusk

that first ray
peaking through the shade
is rigid and cold,
a separating blade,
and nothing I feed upon
as day stretches on,
satisfies my hunger

for, dawn is but a disruption,
peeling you from me

in the dusk, I dawn,
next to you

-artwork my Steve K found via google

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

-image via Pixabay

Home

in a single breath,
bodies collide,
all hands and fingers,
grasping and digging,
until all-the-weight is pinning her down,
anticipation buzzing between them

tangling around wild curls,
gripping fists pull her closer,
and closer still,
until her every gasp
becomes his next breath

begging to be traveled,
slick bodies are grand landscapes,
delicious peaks and valleys
for savoring,
hands and teeth and muscle
the cartographers,
charting maps through hearts
and over needy flesh,
as they merge

he moved in her,
with her,
for her

and she knew exactly why –
now they will always
find their way home

-art by Leonid Afremov, Kiss of Passion

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?

-art by Lita Cabellut via Pinterest

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

-image via Pinterest

Growing Up

when I was younger,
I aspired to be someone,
to become something,
when I grew up

but being that someone
meant listening to others’
ideas of how that someone
should look or feel

becoming that something
meant striving to attain things,
to find some measure of
socially acceptable happiness
that was outside myself,
on display

when I was younger,
I aspired to be someone,
to become something

when I grew up,
I realized I aspired
to be the same someone
I was when I was younger,
the same something
that had always been in my heart

I’ve grown,
but I aspire to never grow up

-image via Pixabay

Flaw

she was in awe;
she felt as if they’d pressed themselves together until his bones passed through hers,
that they’d melded into the same person,
ever so briefly

and that’s what she believed true love to be,
what she always thought it should be –
this oneness that so completely consumed two people,
it would carry them on forever

but the hardest lesson she would ever learn
is that this was a flaw in her thinking,
in her expectation of love,
of another human being

for, no matter what she tried,
she could not reach into every part of him,
nor did he want her to;
no matter what she offered,
he could not reach into every part of her,
nor did she want him to

and all this time,
she thought that’s exactly what love was supposed to allow

she needed him,
she needed him, desperately –
he was the one place on this earth she felt safe and supported,
home

but she wanted, no needed,
to be able to disappear into herself
at times,
to find out where she stood and what she needed,
to figure out how to also be her own safe place
and her own support,
but she always needed to return safely home

-image via Pixabay