10.03.09
I’m still here
I’m still here
bruised but not broken
I’m still here
bloody but unbowed
I’m still here
I have walked in your shame
I have carried the weight of your pain
I’m still here
I have cowered in fear
I have raged against my own name
I’m still here
You have taken piece by precious piece
I am here to reclaim
I no longer cower
I no longer rage
I claim the love you could not name
I’m still here
You have bludgeoned me with fists
I’m still here
You have clawed at me with phrase
I’m still here
You have trampled on my garden
and yet I remain
I’m still here
weary as a soldier too long at war
too timid to think there is peace evermore
I’m still here
I rejoice
I’m still here
I embrace compassion
I’m still here
I accept my jewels
I’m still here
golden rain from eyes caress my heart
heal my soul
ease the scars
that once stung
so brightly
I’m still here
09.02.09
joy will find its way home
blankets of it are peeled away
layers upon layers
dripping
i choke on the stench
clinging
i panic from the light
smothering
i learn to breathe
binding
i ache to soar
freedom will come
joy will find its way home
the moment
if i were to touch you would you be real
revel your softness
celebrate your curves
acknowledge your strengths. beauty. passion.
could you be there with me in the moment
if you were to touch me would i be real
could you be with me in the moment
feel my strengths
caress my weaknesses
honor my scars
could you be with me in the moment
could i
would i
dare i
your answer
a bloom in Spring
bright. beautiful. sweet. inviting. anticipating.
unnoticed. neglected.
hope cooled. petals wilted.
your resounding answer
not good enough
not good enough
not good enough
07.05.09
“Mom of the Week”
maybe some. some would be surprised. surprised my feelings get hurt. hurt so easily. do my best. give my all. guess what. doesn’t matter. still fall short. which could be bearable. bearable without another’s commentary. bearable if it were just between us.
05.31.09
“fit” 4/27/09
I keep reorganizing shelves and drawers. Am I hoping it will all make sense once everything is in its place? Hoping for my place? Where I belong? Will my soul forever drift on the open sea of heartbreak and despair or will it find its home? Will I let it find its home? Do I keep circling my place of belonging but my fears keep me from landing?
EXACTLY!
“who doesn’t long for someone to hold who knows how to love you without being told”
Thank you Natasha Bedingfield for understanding. (Soulmate)
10.31.08
wet blanket
heavy. tight. binding. suffocating. pain. panic. fear. overwhelming. grief. These years of unadmitted pain. The loss. The devasting loss of innocence. Of safety. Of comfort. Of compassion.
As I learn to breathe again. I learn to release. The weight of the uncried tears has made my soul weary. With every new breathe. I learn to cry. To accept. To forgive. To release. To look for joy. To accept kindness. Even from myself.
08.14.08
Tribbles
Who hasn’t seen the old Star Trek episode “The Trouble with Tribbles?” These little creatures are interesting and cute at first but they begin to multiply at an alarming rate, all but taking over the star ship Enterprise endangering the crew and ship. Captain Kirk! Bones! Mr. Spock! What can be done to save the ship from this takeover?? Self-destruct??
Sometimes my thoughts are like the tribbles. One interesting thought leads to another that leads to another and soon I can find my mind being overrun. It’s maddening. And since I rarely take the time and put forth a real effort to chronicle them in my journal, they continue. Then I get to a place, be it physically, mentally, spiritually, that I am able to tell these stories and I find myself so overwhelmed I don’t know what write. More often than not my mind accumulates thoughts faster than I can even process them.
There is vast overcrowding in my mind. Maybe like a prison? Some get set free. Some are paroled but wind up coming back. Some are there for life.
So with all of these tribbles when did Captain Kirk find some quiet time to sort through them and deal with them? Quiet time? What the hell is that? Be still? Excuse me? After three and a half decades of avoiding any way I could, I now find myself overrun with so many thoughts and feelings I wonder some days if I can get them under control. Maybe I’ve had all of this going on but I just ignored it which automatically set me on self-destruct? Imagine what would have happened to the Enterprise and her crew had Kirk just avoided and ignored the tribbles.
Oh the lessons we can learn from the valiant crew of the starship Enterprise! Who knew?!
So understanding now that avoiding and ignoring these things only lead to self destruction, I can slowly begin to confront and address. Set free. Validate. Possibly even nurture.
07.18.08
too late
you ask to join me
I resist
thinking the consequences only halfway, I say okay
you stroke
you kiss
I resist
No! my heart pounds
No! my mind speaks
my body whispers, yes
this is what I’ve wanted all along
touch me
see me
make me real
but touch
this touch
this touch with motives other than pure
is not what I want
maybe what I wanted for so long
asked for
begged for
cried for
worked for
now I stand guard
knowing it was a mistake
to let desire run free
I want to be more than your body desires.
