think about it

To be heard, you must first be willing to listen.

Good Enough

nailed to the cross
the height of your expectations
bleeding tears to quench
your thirst for blood
in my death i have one wish
for you to know
i'm good enough

Hunger

throw me some scraps of attention
to fill this aching void
or shall I feast
on my own spirit
satiating Beggar and Goddess
alone

Sometimes

sometimes I fall asleep
alone at night
dreaming of you on the moon
faces lost
in the darkness of distance
a sliver of reassurance
that you are near

I cannot hang
on this hook that you give
dangling for a slice of love
a piece of you

sometimes I wait
for another phase
a full moon
a new you
swallowing the darkness
to reach me
to tell me
you are whole again
you are home again

First Flight

this morning
she fell
from my limbs
straight through the air
to pain, to life without
a safety net
she cried hard,
harder than the impact
as if emotional release
would release the physical hurt
as well

she lay there
tangled and confused
not in my branches
but in her own fragile wings
bruised and bleeding
“Mummy, take me back”,
she pleaded

with leafy arms
i lifted her back
into my branches
i asked the wind
to help me rock her
and whisper a shhhing
lullaby

when she was done
releasing her pain
she just stared at me
as if she knew
she had just taken
her first flight
into the world

and she had fallen
and i was there
as i will always be
even when she learns
to build her own
safety net

Healer's Prayer

 

hold me in the palm
of your seashell hand
infuse me with your buoyancy
then release this fistful
of sandy souls
into the sea
where the waves sound your name
and carry our collective
prayer for peace