Forgiveness can be such a
Load off the shoulders I was carrying around A burden of hurt Feelings and Poor me And then I let it go And all became easier I wish I had Thought of this In the first place Saved myself A week of trouble I'll try for next time
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It's like compression
It's like boring in Being squeezed It's like no air Squeamish hot air It's like flattening And blowing up at once It's like no control It's like wanting to cry It's like hopelessness Guilt and blame It's unfair It's like the end of the road It's like saying no It's like screaming for help It's no help coming It's alone It's pain At the museum we see rich ladies
Faces painted with exquisite care Careful to stay separate not look at the help Don't move the face too much It will wrinkle You know they paid a leg for The outfits they wear There is no fashion in Mexico City The essence of style is to look rich To not look poor Separate from the rabble Climbing down the garden
Of hanging hearts I listen to my own heart Talk back Why do you hang there Shining in the sun High above my head Who are the ones who Gave up their hearts Left them To sparkle in the sun What has to happen Before I think I will donate my heart today Hang it in a tree or From a wall like Pierrot And what do I do When I meet someone To give my heart to Do I climb the hill Get a ladder Reclaim my heart Or leave it there To spin and shine Do I go with my love Gaze at that sparkling thing Hanging above So pretty but So alone I wonder Whose hearts are these Alone in the sun Today Six a.m. the alarm blares
Raucous in the dark He thrashes Just unplug it He mutters Cat jumps to the floor With a thud as I Limp about with Early morning aches To gather slippers and robe We head downstairs With a meow and a murmur He wanting milk Me in search of aspirin I light the candle Turn on the chanting Roll out my mat Steal five more minutes of Semi sleep with ball under back Ice pack on forehead and neck Before I crawl into a cross legged bow And into down dog Forty minutes later The sun peeks over rooftops As I in tree whisper I accept myself exactly as I am Dreaming in the fairy tales
Of the rich In long ago times Far away lands Peeking in on their lives Once a week for an hour What does it mean to us Why do we derive Such delight Is it the quaint phrase Are we reliving the stories Mommy read us The wild imaginings Of prince or princess Lamed or orphaned Cast to fate or a kind soul To rescue Do we return to the Warm comfort of Mother's safe love As we watch each week With delight What else could it be But imagined wonders Far away and Unattainable Which bring Such sweet dreams It's about respect
It's about listening Hearing Knowing that I am heard That my voice is not Echoing in a void But is resounding in At least One other's consciousness It's about letting me know I'm here I'm real I matter It's seeing me Acknowledging me I am here I'm sure of it A murder of crows
Chattered above My door today A dozen on Every tree Cawed as one in Celebratory cacophony There are times when
I feel I cannot forgive Allow a second chance I judge someone to have Acted so wrongly That I can't imagine Accepting them again I must ask myself Why do I judge so Singlemindedly So sure that my truth Is the only one For there are not one or two But many ways of seeing People are fallible Especially the young ones They deserve to be regarded Innocent until proven guilty And I am not the judge and jury Only one person Afraid to see The truth A fan folded many times To produce a cool breeze I must read the writing In the folds If only I knew the answer
If only I had a clue A way to discover why The torment began anew Just when I thought I'd found Another way of being Turns out all I found was A new way of freeing The pain To run wild again Play the naughty child again Unruly and unhearing Disobedient and jeering Pain runs amok In my head today |