ace on jack
on queen on two
built this house of cards
I do
I watch and pray
that the ceaceless wind
will find its way
somehow around
I watch and hope until the day
when everything scatters
along the way
This house of cards
Leaning here and there
this way and that
leaning and leaning and leaning
bring strength
hold everything up
and
when the wind
comes
everthing
not just one
scatters
shatters
falls to the ground
mental-health
Touched
Directly from your heart
I hear
the voice
loneliness
fear
insecurity
doubt
and hate
I send to you
Through my heart
mind
soul
That which connects me to you
my thoughts
strength
gentle love and peace
close your eyes
feel my heart
gently
talking to yours
know
that I am here
feel
my hand not quite in yours
yet holding us
forever close
sisters
friends
I am more
I
I am more
than the bottles of pills
than the shots
than the pain
that tears the day
the night
eats at the edge
of sanity
I am the pain
but I am more
I sit
clad in the closest to nothing
that I can
and still sit safely
by open window
gasping for a breeze
Toes feeling like sausages
Fingers tingle
ice clad tea my companion
I
am more than my pain
more than my fear
I use my tongue
my words
my dreams
my song
to reach out
to the hurt
to the fear and lonely
I
know I am not alone
know that if not me
then who
Know
that you
are not alone
that the quiet that you feel
are felt
here too
<< Response to a prompt in a contest in AllPoetry.com>>
What I give you
Roots and wings
concrete and cabbages
Suitcases and sunbeams
paupers and kings
I give you
all your dreams
the shoulder to lean on
a way to dry your tears
Stretch your wings
precious butterfly
as you break into the light of day
Grow strong and know
you can safely rest with me
Let me watch
as you grow and escape
gravity and darkness
soar past the atmosphere
and dance among the stars
Gone (reworked over time)
Will I hurt you
Do I care
When I say I’m gone
I won’t be back
My life has changed
Evolution in progress
The change, unwelcome I know
but My change
Accept me?
Will you ever accept me
the me that I really am
or will I always remain
the me of your wish it could be?
I don’t fit in
Never did
Can’t
I never really wanted to
Me? never really wanted, I know
but where I am now
miles and decades away
I find
me.
Clandestine Writing... 