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that damn shoe

You taught me to walk in the other one’s shoes,
rather than feel my own pain.
Maybe that person had a bad day, maybe their feet hurt…
maybe that person is just mean and I shouldn’t try to understand!
I wish I had just told you to walk in my shoes!
I had enough pain, didn’t need someone else’s.
I needed [...]

exposure

tonight, i feel like a bird’s nest covered with skin.
broken, twisted little branches
held together with bits of string and sticks and stems
wound up tighter than necessary
to protect the pieces of me
that have yet to shatter

the end

I have seen the beginning of the end
it starts with always
and never
and continues down its road toward not light
but darkness.
The end is everywhere tonight.
in your face, your voice,
in the tension of your anger and impatience,
I don’t think you even know that the road you have taken has no outlet.
Given the opportunity, love will grow cold
as [...]

secrets and lies

i choose my truth
from a basket of tangled memories
and a wicked, cold reality
that i can not outrun

broken light

The tender, thorny crack in my soul
keeps stubbornly scratching,
and picking at scabs of those thousand yesterdays
that should never have been.
Was there ever a pain that faded quietly away
without the tedious midnight parade;
or the broken-glass smile that is somehow required,
by the fierce, screaming dawn of today?

secret

hiding
like a secret,
behind the floppy green leaves,
this tiny pocket of flowers
brought a sweet smile to my heart today

i had forgotten
perhaps
that secrets should be joyous

there was a time when my life held many secrets.
sorrows i could not contain
searching wildly for courage
to scream
and run
and run
and never stop
until the world was safe again

it took not courage,
but only
the tiniest [...]

the smell of water

there is no sidewalk, so i walk in the street.
the hills are steep for my old knees
but my legs are strong now
i love that i can smell the water
and almost taste the green of the cool space
near the top of the longest hill.
there are always birds here
and small critters i can hear, but not see
the [...]

dying on the vine

growing older changes me
i feel watered down
less self-reliant
colorless

old news

but time moves always forward
old, and bent, and troubled
with bullets and bombs
and terror
and it breaks what it can not bend

sparkle

I am feeling alone
until I notice
that today feels magical
the late spring sunset has cast a golden glow on everything around me