An empty holiday
Without celebration or Acknowledgment Only brief texts Emoticons Any meaning left With the children Grown and outgrown The candy Excitement Even that Signified nothing Once faith was gone Once any basis for Celebration Was abandoned Nothing left Not custom Or tradition Only a roasted chicken Eaten together Quietly
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Outer edges shimmer
In morning light A red halo Bare skeletons of trees Just days ago Are now covered with Indication of new life Buds curl tightly Against the wind They shiver and wait Patiently For the sun And warmth to return Stuck in a rut again
Feels like this rut Comes and finds me Tracks me down Drags me down Says to me get down In this mud In this rut with me Mud is perfect For a wallow Drop all that up and away Let go your hope Drop your dream Get down and roll In this rut Down in the mud with me Come and find me Right here Right now My friend In anger words fly out
Unchecked Heedless as to who is hurt Once uttered There is no recall We walk in opposite directions As far as possible Sickness in the pit Of my stomach Hours or days later When a semblance Of normalcy returns It will only take a scratch To shatter surface calm And uncover hurt again In anger walk away In anger breathe In anger do not speak I dread this meeting
I imagine whining And endless tangents While nothing is accomplished So do I visualize it going Exactly as I want it to go Do I surround it with light Release control to the universe Not a chance I take a pill To calm down Make nice for five minutes Then I take over and Make sure it goes Exactly as I want it to go Thanks universe That went well We change and grow
All our lives long Not just as children Though most visible then Change through struggle Learn through our Dreadful mistakes That lead to Doors opening New beginnings It never stops Through the chaos of Babies and children And making a life No time to find answers Just to survive On to maturity To knowledge and insight And at last The ability to Laugh at it all This grand adventure Of life I cultivate the habit
Of looking up Raising the gaze Spotting bird nests That signify life Ingenuity Independence With what delight then Did I spy a tree At a busy intersection This morning Which played host to Four evenly spaced nests Such community collaboration Fine cooperative living I am so grateful that I looked up today The young people are up in arms
And well they should be We served our turn Marched in the streets Were turned out by our parents Confounded by our anger Told us You'd better leave And we left To find our own way Without compromise We thought A way of truth We believed We were angry We made change So now it is time again For the youth to join ranks To rise up and fight for truth We pass the torch It is time to march again |