I have known a life and more.
I have tasted shame,
I have found my way
on the dark and dreary road.
I am you,
and you are me.
Together,
we are human.
Together we are home.
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I Am There
Here on this hillside,
this sweet patch of earth,
I have become.
And there is no further to go,
there are no wings to grow,
I am there.
I am there.
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Darling World
Sleep tight, darling world.
How lovely and alive you will be tomorrow.
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The Window
On days where rain settles on the window, I look to the future with dusty eyes.
How does one peer beyond the droplets there? How beautiful can the horizon appear when my eyes are glazed with the muck and haze of old?
There was a time, once —when I was young and stainless— when the window was free from drizzle, the horizon: apricot sun over a sea of gentle destiny.
But lovely as life seemed without a shadow, I have seen rain awash the hill. Where, in this wild world, truth and softness is but a dream to be wished, and love, a precious ornament easily shattered.
Still, I choose to be grateful. To count the rays of beautiful sun and see beyond the ghastly truth on the hill.
I must choose this light.
The alternative is too dark for me to bear.
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In The Wind
I saw her when I closed my eyes,
I felt her in the wind.
And I knew I had to tell her
how tired I am,
and how I never imagined
life would be so hard.
I had to tell her
how I am in love
with them, and with life.
But how tired I am, and how I miss her.
Oh, how I miss her,
oh, how I do.
I saw her when I closed my eyes.
I felt her in the wind.
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A Darling Home
An open heart.
A darling home
for my children,
my love,
and me.
And when she aches
she will know a world beyond herself.
Where thunder becomes her;
a raging fire, waiting to be.
How is this small softness
so wide with grief beyond the day!
How is this smile,
so often true,
suddenly drawn with a question mark?
They will know her pain
only as the tilt of an eye.
They will be forgiven by this one
before they see her sorrow there.
Always, they will be forgiven by this one.
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Hold Me Now
With this grace, I will hold my head high.
I will look to the sun
and grant it permission to fill my heart,
on this day, as with any other day.
There is a softness in the air that reminds me
of white clouds and open buds of rose.
Unbroken; there is no rain here
that I cannot meet with my spirit.
Hold me now, soft sky.
Hold me now, soft sky.
Hold me now.
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A Simple Wish
I open my soul again and again.
Has my heart been heard this time?
So quietly it speaks for fear of breaking.
Hear me, please.
I may not carry the right words, always.
But my heart is pure,
my wish is simple.
To love, is all I wish.
To give
and to know
that I have lived in the world well.
Have I lived in the world well?
Have I lived?
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Creativity Rises
I intend to write one thing and another is born.
Creativity rises.
It controls me, not the other way around.
The poem I’ve just written began with a feeling of being stuck. Stuck in COVID lockdown. Stuck in a middle ground of dried up creativity.
So I sat down. I opened my computer. And I saw a cupboard on the blank screen of my mind.
I was in there.
In a dark cupboard, looking out at something…a little brighter.
The story began from there.
But it wasn’t the story I’d expected. It was something different, not at all what I’d originally planned.
Isn’t
creativity
amazing?
It drives.
I am just here.
Allowing it to be what it chooses.
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