These days, I try for strength.
Sturdy limbs, for lifting my burdens.
Strong shoulders, for carrying my worries.
Oaken will, for bearing witness.
Iron resolve, for staying the course.
These days, I am strong.
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Paper Boat
In the stiff angles of my shoulders,
I feel the press of every worry;
Each thought in my anxious mind
A swirling mass of fury.
That roaring voice inside my brain asks
Will I be stronger, when the time is nigh?
It screams out into the world, but is silenced-
It whispers now, a sigh.
Only cruel time knows the story’s end;
I’m just a paper boat, tossed upon the tide.
I wish, just once, to change the course,
But I’ll keep that inside.
A Losing Art
A man rode out to meet the sea;
The golden sun warmed the sand;
Acrid scent of sweat and glee
Gave company
To the gun
Cradled in his hand.
“Not today,” the sea god spoke,
The words like daggers in his heart.
The man just shrugged;
His taut voice broke,
As he answered,
“Dying is a losing art.”
“Be that as it may,” the ocean said,
“Your bones aren’t welcome here.”
He thought a moment, and instead
He turned and rode
Toward fear.
The gun slipped from his grip
As his fleet beast reared away;
His last shot to the waves, a flip
“I’ll see you again.
Someday.”
Choices
I stand on the precipice
And deliver my wings
Into the abyss.
In panic, I nearly
Follow them,
And then remember
I cannot fly.
Almost, it doesn’t matter,
Nearly, I fling myself
Anyway
Into the gloom.
But after a moment,
I trudge down the
Mountainside,
My wingless back
Frozen.
Shed
Bringing my feet back down from the mist to attend the rabbit’s tea party.
I wear this life
Like a skin
Cloaking my bones,
Slowly seeping in.
Pushed down,
Simply grounded
By the weight
Of my world.
If I could shed
My soul would float,
Like a balloon
Into the stars.
Little White Pill
Oh little white pill,
Your green stripes
Are the thieves of sleep.
Oh little white pill,
Easy to swallow:
Fun to keep.
Oh little white pill,
Let’s be friends,
Down in the deep.
Oh, little white pill,
I hate to love you,
You little creep.
Forever Ago
How do you stay connected to your tribe, when things are hectic, and you’re in the trenches, mired in the daily details of living?
It’s been forever ago,
Since we talked, you know?
What’s going on with you?
How are things? What’s new?
It feels like years have passed;
Time slips by, moments amassed.
I’ve thought of you lately,
In the hurly burly, the busy, the hasty.
Wondered how you were,
What, by your silence, I should infer.
Are you, like me, bogged down with life?
Struggling, as I do, on the edge of the knife?
There we go, the two of us,
Time and distance, unceremonious.
They say it’s like two ships passing;
More like solitary, everlasting.
It’s been ages since we met;
Hope all is well, is all I meant.
I’ll see you again, someday,
We’ll have that moment, come what may.
Until that time, I hope you know,
I miss you more than I can show.
