Tuesday, December 20, 2016

Yesterday My Heart Stopped

Yesterday my heart stopped 
believing it could only have the things that were possible
Yesterday my heart stopped 
beating long enough to listen to the silence between each beat
Yesterday my heart stopped 
remembering and decided it would only dream from this day forward
Yesterday my heart stopped 
growing older and began to grow younger again
Yesterday my heart stopped 
questioning hatred, cruelty, and greed and began to destroy them instead
Yesterday my heart stopped 
long enough to help someone begin to escape an abusive relationship
Yesterday my heart stopped 
me in my tracks in the middle of a song
Yesterday my heart went out to all my friends
Today it came back to me

Saturday, August 27, 2016

Now Ewe Can Sleep



The sheep will cause the lambs to sleep
As all around they jump and leap
And into silence dark and deep
Each dream a tiny spark to keep.
And you, my friend, who lie awake
Believing sleep you must forsake
Shall restful peace this night partake
As dozy drowsy lambkins make
Your face to smile and eyes to close
And shut your mind and let you doze.

Sunday, May 1, 2016

CELLS AND WORDS






Cells and words fall from me like autumn leaves in a chill wind.
The life they carry still vibrates as they slowly die.
Tell me again, why I should or should not
Like a thousand times before.

I tell you it no longer makes any difference
Where I go must be where I am bound,
Though the haze of aging obscures my view.
If I could see even my hand at the end of my arm
I would rejoice for clarity regained and vision renewed.
Know my fire burns intensely, radiantly wild as
I will light your way though I cannot see my own.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Schrödinger's Self



Schrödinger's Self



No one really saw me.
Not even those who pretended.
Just because they thought I should be there,
Like looking at an empty box from the outside
Wondering what might be on the inside
Only when the box was opened
It WAS empty
Maybe.

Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Memories and Crayons





Mental illness can sometimes be cured by memories and crayons…like when someone remembers you and makes you visible again by coloring in your empty spaces.