Light me up,
now,
like the flame instantly flaring
upon the wooden match
scratched and dragged across
the igniter.
Make friction.
Scratch me, drag me and
light me up.
I want to burn.
Watch me burn.
Category: Free Verse
these hands
My, what these hands have touched,
carried
and blockaded,
held
and transformed,
prepared to hoist my body
upright off from off the floor
or raise up while my head lowers
in humility,
hold your hand, touch your face
feel your heart beat
for me, or so I thought.
They feel weathered, yet strong,
predicting the forecasted weather
ready to protect me.
I look down to admire
the scars, calluses and salted stains
that you helped to put there
and I thank you
for my hands are now ready
for any battle.
find those souls
May you find souls
whose hearts beat like yours
and enable
your soul to grow deeper
your heart to expand wider
and
your love to extend back
down into yourself.
May you find those souls
and hold on to them forever.
dreams about me
Sometimes
I lay awake at night thinking of you.
Where you are
Who you are with
What occupies you at this moment
What you are thinking about.
Someone once told me
that in psychology
to have a dream about someone
means they
are thinking of you
and long for you.
I wonder if you feel this
feel me
thinking about you,
if you have dreams about me
like I am trying to make you do.
Fight me.
Fight me.
I need you to fight me.
Bulldoze down my walls,
tell me how I’m wrong and
show me how I’m wrong
stab me with the truth,
make sure I have a long way to fall.
I need that
a strong slap in the face
a bucket of cold water over my head
a violent shake for me to leave my head
and see the reality from your view.
Unleash on me
whatever method necessary
to penetrate my thick skull
remove the rotting roots
and plant a new seed.
Fight me.
Maybe I’m not
Counter-intuitive, it is,
to invest in self expression and breaking free
but
cower away from doing so
with people I am supposed to trust.
Maybe I’m not healed after all.
Speak a little louder
Speak a little louder,
dear heart.
Speak a little louder
so I may hear what you really want,
what I really want.
Speak a little louder
so you can guide me to where I am meant,
to the path I have been searching for
for years.
Speak a little louder
and let me inside,
I want to listen to you
for you can be my only guide.
I cross my legs
I cross my legs and think of you,
laying in the hospital bed
secretly crossing your legs
when you thought the nurses weren’t looking
and smile with a sarcastic laugh
when they caught you in the act
and scolded you for it.
I cross my legs and think of you.
step forward
Buried deep, hidden away
and scarcely given air to breathe,
creation, and exploration,
live within us all.
In fear of retribution
or misunderstanding or judgement,
they reside in the deep, dark
corners of our self
where they are safe
but unable to grow,
to change,
to showcase their gifts.
We are here but a short while.
Take my hand
and step forward with me
into a new world of possibilities,
of freedom.
Step forward into expansion
and I promise you,
regret will not follow in your shadow.
darkest corners
When you can slow down time
even for an evening,
drawing all focus to yourself
and no one else,
actions, thoughts and emotions
bloom out of the darkest corners
where you thought that nothing
could grow.
Dawning Words 