Poetry

The sky is clear today.

Winds are fierce.

The sun is just starting to rise.

Snow still blankets the ground.

Problems will arise.

Until then enjoyment of the day is serene.

I’ve done all I can.

It was enough at the time.

Now I am supposed to give more.

What more can I give?

My dreams are flying away from me

and I have no wings to follow.

Bombs and other weapons

of mass destruction

seem like an easy option.

Yet medicine

or lack there of

is just as effective

to those who can not afford it.

Why do we hurt

the innocent ones

that should be protected?

Life is pain

but so is joy.

Right now

there is too much pain.

Imaginable.

Acceptable.

Interested.

Desirable.

Allowable.

Fathomable.

Intentional.

…derstandable.

Under the hood of all these great words.

I hope to find hope before it is Unreachable.

My mother

is my mom.

She and I

will sometimes disagree.

More often

it seems these days.

Yet she is still

my mother.

She is not yours

and she will do what she will

because that is

who she is.

Everyone has a mother.

How you treat them

says exactly how you treat the world.

All I want

Never give

Freeze the wash

Grab nothing

Take a pill

Drown down

Hold the fort

Seriously false

Yell out again

Breathe vacuum

Rest is not an option

To be able to feel?

Can I run circles

without falling exhausted?

May I weave my knitting

into the blanket

that I used to cover up in?

How may I be me

and not lose my soul?

Can I do it again?

I don’t want to be half full.

I want to run on both feet.

Granite.

Shale.

Granted.

Shall.

Mica.

Limestone.

Mice.

Lemonade.

Men make words.

Dirt forms the earth.

Humans are as humans does.

As beautiful as these stones are

When will we leave them behind

Before they harden

Everyone’s hearts?

Freedom is only to be won

Though it is so easy to think

We have been granted it.

Brains recuperating

Emotions calming down

Body fresh

Trauma begins to fade

Therapy still needed

But self care is a boon

The state of nearly empty.

The thin line of will

that you must use

to force yourself

to keep going.

Tiredness has nothing on this essence.

Sleep would be welcome

A sweet sweet blessing.

Yet,

once again

life forces you forward.

Making you draw on already replete reserves.