Pass this way

Breathless I wait…….
The vibrations of change are beginning. I can feel them. This is needed. The Tower, yet again begins to roil.
For the last while I have been required to be present, clear, steady, a safe harbour.
A shelter ( oh I do so well)
I feel deeply
My loyalty steadfast
Can I see the end of your nightmare? Mine?
Rally love, you have it in you. Rally love, this is your place. Rally love, we’ve walked this way before.
The Tower pitches and cracks. Can I hold steadfast harbour for you with one hand, and ride out the inner rollercoaster, holding on to myself with the other?
I can. I will. I’ve got it in me. This is my place. I’ve walked this way before. But this time a new path will be made. We shall not come to pass this way again.

Sonorant Thief

Thief!! Thief!! Give it back!!
Give back the peace
Give back the clarity
Give back the quiet

No one invited you here
Your shrill drone, never ending
Nothing important to say
Digging in, drowning out the rest

Thief!!! Thief!!! Give him back!!
Give back the humour
Give back the patience
Give back the light

The gifts you’ve brought no one wants
The rigid pain, lack of sleep
No focus, giving room for past ghosts
To wake, recall, aid in your merry terror

Thief!!! Thief!!! Give him back!!!
Leave him be
Leave us alone
No one wants your destruction here.

Finding Forward

Love each other, be kind, be open,
forgive the monsters you can,
battle those you can’t.
Support each other in love
See truth in another’s eyes
Be willing to let go the phantom chains
Step forward, for you- not me, not them,
what anyone else believes or thinks matters not. If you know your self, your heart and your truth- trust, trust someday it will be seen, loved and accepted. Trust that you are, will be and always have been enough

testimony

Pulled apart
flayed
postmortem examination of what the facts are
what has happened here
every angle examined
every tissue shredded
every ounce of blood
every ounce of soul wrung out
wrung through
filtered
laid out
documented
questioned
did you find it
was there proof
all along the answer was in my eyes and on my lips-

Echos

Ripping the scar off to see if a wound has healed
Taking the same road to see if it goes some where new
Speaking the same words to see if you hear something different
Tasting the same bitterness to see if it has sweetened
Letting the already banished ghosts in, serves no purpose other than to create hell.
This is not where we are, this is not where we are going. We deserve to let the scar lie, travel our new road, speak the loving truth, taste the sweetness that we create, together, forward, no ghostly companions along for the ride. We have been to hell, got the T-shirt, moved on, time to burn the bridge back.

Explore

What do you hear when my lips part?
A passionate sigh
An orgasm not yet moaned
A banshee wail
A soothing word
A hard cut
Lies you want to hear
Truth you don’t

What do you see when you look in my eyes?
Passion and fire
Monster damaged shadows
Gentle loved reflection of who you are
Cold calculation
Uncried tears, waiting
Fool
Ancient knowledge

What is your instinct when you touch me?
Treasured
Owned
Used
Thrown away
Imprisioned
Gift
Freedom

The Night Before

a birthday poem

Forty six years ago, on the night before, what did you think? Could you tell I was coming? Were you excited? Worried? I know so little……. Did you know you were having a girl? Did you have other names picked out? Did you dream of the person you’d hope I’d be?

Forty six years later on the night before, what do I think? Do I know where I am going? Am I excited? Worried? I know so little……. Do I even yet, feel like a full grown woman? Do I embody my name, my roles? Am I the person I dreamt I’d be?