Letting Go

Only at times
will I confess-

The loss I am feeling
letting you go

to all those places
daughters must tread
to find themselves.

Some are dark
and frighten me.
Some are so close
but I must keep my distance

feeling your roots
breaking free from
all you know.

There is an emptiness
growing where I kept
your childhood.

I am left wondering
if that space will
remain vacant now that
those days are growing old?

I must cut back the limbs
I held you with, leaving
you just enough to always
feel at home.

Build Me a Castle

Build Me a Castle

Build me a castle

of sand and stone

fortress against raging

sea and sky.

Protector from the wrath

of the storm’s eye

Build me a castle

upon distant shores

Far away from those islands

I drifted to in my youth

where pain bled

but never healed

Build me a castle

from all I know

to be true.

Becoming More (Mindlovemisery prompt 20 Wordle)

Becoming More

Isn’t denial

vicious in its

so-called mercy?

Pharisaical-

as we wear its thorns

in our pursuit to humbly

accept tragedy as our lot,

fearing to acknowledge

our own self crucifixion.

If we were to discard

this facade, who would

we really be?

Not the self-proclaimed martyr

riding the stars to heaven

but just a simple human being
on the way to becoming more.

I Remember (dverse prompt-Try to remember...)

I remember

I remember

the day you fell

from your own grace

 yielding to the world

and its dark wishes

swallowing each bitter pill

until the bottle was empty.

Lazy lids, fluttering as memories

fled, filling the room with their

quiet ghosts

I remember how empty

I felt when I realized I

would never see you again.

Saying goodbye is never easy

but that farewell is still

as bare as bone

even as the sun warms

the memory of you.

Twenty-seven

Twenty Seven
(Inspired by Amy Jade Winehouse)



Old soul aching-
Too much pain
for one voice to carry.


Notes played hard
Feel the tears behind
each lyric's sigh

as angels bow and break
beneath a silent sky.

Fairytales (Mindlovemisery prompt 19 Food- deprivation;apathy)

Fairytales

Sweetness
to be savored
before the bitterness
came home in a heartbeat.

The steady rhythym
lulling into a sleepy surrender
purging the emptiness
with once upon a times
and happily ever afters.

Fed on fairytales-
still hungry.

The River (For Ella)

The River

(For Ella)

The sweet sound

of her sleeping

between white sheets

sun-scented from a noonday sky

She hung them to dry as the wind
whipped and lashed the fairness from her face.

She stared toward the river
feeling it pulling her back
to that day when all above
was blue and still-

Until her heart tore
when she heard his cry
knowing she couldn't save him
from something so deep.