Category: bus stop poems

My Voice

Hand across my mouth

Arm across my throat

Words slapped from my lips

These are things that stole my voice.

Speaking to the ether

Not being heard

being told ‘you didn’t say that, I don’t remember, that’s not the way it happened’

These are the things that stole my voice

‘Do not speak until spoken to, no one wants to hear your opinion, no one will answer your screams’

These are the things that stole my voice

Years of tangled compression, oppression these are the things that have stolen my voice I can raise my voice to stand for you

I can raise my voice to stand for social justice Hear the echos? They come loud and clear

But when it comes to self, when it comes to me , it fades to silence

The old compression, oppression, squeezing in, taking the air, taking the sound,

restricts, constricts

My wants, my needs, my feelings, my thoughts I want to stand firm to say NO

No that’s not what I want

No that’s not who I am

These are the things where I’ve lost my voice. The sticky weapons of violence and cruelty that is wound around my voice for years and years and years

Squeezing away the sound, the breath, the air this is the tangled mess I seek to undo

to breathe life

this is where I want to find my voice

this is where you will hear me clearly say

No these are the things that hurt

No these are the things I don’t want

Yes these are the things that are right

Finally my voice will match my world voice

I will be heard

I will be heard

Dawn

Dawn is coming later and later now. The cool chill of the navy and grey are what I am met with on my way in the morning. The first hint of light reaching up. At first the darkness still seems oppressive, to push back the coming light. But the golds and oranges gain power as they cut through and begin to illuminate the horizon.

This is symbolic of the ‘always tomorrow’. The light will come, the dark will recede to corners and cliffs.

AKF

Realizations of the soul

I closed my eyes to the sun. It’s early morning fire burning behind my lids. Do the Gods hear me?

I pray the heat ignites my determination. Keep moving forward, it’s the only place to go.

Pull the brambles from my cloak as I keep moving towards the light, away from this dark bog, fraught with prickles, poisonous thorns and things that bite from the shadows.

I call out, the echo answers.

Exhausted, my flesh longs to rest on the cool moss, allowing the bog to swallow me whole.

Slow through the mud, each step a 1000 pounds.

Will I find myself? Will I find the soul kin I believed were there? Was this all just a theatre for the trickster’s amusement?

When I was nameless, I could feel them, hear them.

I claimed my name, they faded violently from my grasp.

I open my eyes to the sun. Memories serve only to puncture.

The only message from the Gods is too keep moving, nameless once again.

Moon

I closed my eyes. Let Her silver glow wash over me.

The words I long to have heard, I speak to Her through still lips.

The coolness of the air prickling my skin, little reminders of how alive I really am.

My cheeks are wet, I am comforted by her soft embrace.

Blessed are the children of the Moon, for no Mother is more forgiving of our shortcomings than She.

DM.

Clear Eyes

The ground is shifting

Everything is moving, yet we have to be still.

Come together to agree to separate.

The language is frightening

The reality of how frail our system built around money has become. 

Lives of many have been sacrificed for the economics of the few.

We can feel the disconnect,

Fear sits in the place of loneliness

Money rules, the masses

Rewards the few

But nature will still prevail

To show how fragile we are when separated

What is she really telling us?

We have come together, collectively 

To sing to one another

Keeping distant, to remain together

She is showing us where the cracks are

Reminding us where the power lies.

Don’t be afraid

There is a stillness

The system is rearranging

It is uncomfortable

It is scary

But we have each other

Love

Love is not fragile

It has a strength that transcends time and distance

Love is not meek

It is ferocious

Love is not reserved for romance

It is Self, Family, Friends and Earth

Love is powerful

It can change the course of history

Love is not biased

It can see the true soul, regardless of colour, sex religion and economic standing

Love is not meant to be hidden

It is meant to be shared, cultivated and grown

Love is all there is 

Winter is Coming

Today I asked the Goddess what it was I needed to know
I felt a moment of stillness and I looked into the snow 
To remember what we are in our perfect state No pain, no anger, no disappointment, no hate 
Dismantle constant comparisons, superficiality  Revel in the magic that inherent to our primality  The sparkle of the sun, diamond twinkles full of promise of the magic yet not spun.  She whispers in my ear,  hold steady, keep going you have nothing to fear 

When a motherless mother feels lost

Today I need her

Today I need to know

Can I do this?

I’m a bleeding heart

My soul raw

Can I do this?

How can I navigate her through this?

When this is when my compass died

Can I do this?

My daughter needs her mother

This daughter needs her mother

Can I do this?

I’ll take her hand, whisper ‘be brave’

I won’t let her see me shake

As my hand reaches for a ghost

Can I do this?

Can love be enough when I have no clue

Love wasn’t enough when I had to miss you.

Can I do this?