Wednesday, June 15, 2022
Saturday, April 9, 2022
To Breathe Again
I find myself
clinging to him
as tightly
as I held onto
that title of Widow.
Instead of a
suffocating quilt
of fading memories
wrapped around me,
I am wrapped in
the arms of
him.
Saturday, April 2, 2022
Mmm
It’s not just that
he pulled me
out of the
Valley of Death,
it’s the
Being So Alive
in this new life
he brought me to.
Monday, March 21, 2022
Freedom
He gave me the gift of freedom
and I ride that thing
like a rental horse
flying back to the stable.
I’m wild, but not reckless,
for I value the time I have left
in this body
on this pretty blue planet.
The smell of orange blossoms
is heavy in the air.
I breathe it all in
as if it were a drug.
And I’m gone,
baby, gone,
Like Tina Turner left Ike.
I think it’s time to admit
I’m deeply in love with my bike.
Thursday, March 17, 2022
The Lucky Ones
Here’s to the Lucky Ones,
the raw, the brutally honest ones,
the ones who crave the ******-*******,
Who rewrite language to
bat shit crazy and adore.
To the ones brought back to life
by the ones climbing out of the grave.
Who would have thought that
The Waiting for Death Ones
could be the
Ones Who Save.
The Wound Healers
We’re the same,
you and me
we’ve been broken
and stripped raw,
we’ve been lost
and we’ve been found,
yet still don’t know
who we are.
We’ve both been in the battle,
we know the hidden scars,
the wounds no one can see.
we gently caress around them
to not open them needlessly.
when they do break down
we absorb the words
that must be said,
and pay honor to
the previous lives we led.
Being happy
in the present
doesn’t change our past,
but baby, I’m sure grateful
that I got to have you last.