holding on

  

~

a sparkle of light

feelings spoken without words

kept forever close

~

~

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A moment once….

.

I fought hard to get there ~ knowing

time was not on our side.

driving miles of highway

and

sifting through millions of thoughts in my mind.

.

I had to see her,

touch her

and

stroke her soft silver hair ~ feel

the warmth of her breath

and

listen

to the rhythm of her heart.

.

I wanted so much to hold

onto the beauty of her soul ~ wrap

my arms around her tightly ~ ~ ~

never let go……………..

but…

She was present for my sunrise,

I was present for her sunset

and

in between it all ~ we lived

as

mother and daughter.

.

.

.

In response to the Poetry Challenge for the week of May 11th…

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Chasing Demons

Mocking Bird Down

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It is more convoluted, than just
a throbbing demand for blood.
It is more labyrinthine than simply
knowing that I will stand, bloody faced
and victorious, heart pounding against
my rib cage. A reminder that the trophy blood
that drips from my hands, is not mine.
It belongs to one of the demons that has tracked me
for too many years, lurking. In that few seconds before
day becomes night, waiting relentlessly to swallow
whole the rare moments when I am able to
fall asleep with out first having to run my fingers
along the blades hidden beneath my bed,
just to comfort my mind before close my eyes.
The corpse, black and burnt, will not stand again.
But there are more where this one came from.
Its more complicated than positive talk and
encouragement. Its more complicated than
a patronizing pat on the back, telling me that
everything will…

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Underestimate

Mocking Bird Down

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Put your words away,
The sharp edged sword that
you insist on wielding
unashamedly and
with a grace and elegance,
plated with hostility;
a rage, that you sweat from
every pore.
Your skill at skinning
the defenseless has not gone unnoticed,
and if it is praise you want,
I will kneel at your feet,
and look up at you with the
adoration that you deserve.
I will. I promise.
But you have to put down the sword.
You have to tame your words.
And when I bury my own
knife deep into your gut,
you can kneel in front of me,
and your eyes can meet mine
and you can ask my why.
I will tell you, I promise.
I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.
All of that walking on
glass,
for
nothing.

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