I have said “yes”
To something
I cannot completely yet fathom,
The pieces have not all come in to place,
Come in to view,
Fear of the unknown
Keeps me at an edge,
And yet warm comfort of hope and good will eases me into the bathwater of mysterious depths,
There has to be something good,
Out of something so right
I tell myself,
As I hold my breath
Preparing for the plunge in
Author: Vanessa
Mother, WRITER, artist, student, dreamer, civil and human rights activist,
humanitarian, minister in process, mystic, sentient being.
I write to remember; I write to discover; I write to understand; in order to be closer/higher/connected.
Rains End
Unexpectedly
Rain clouds part, bringing sun rays,
Beams hope of rainbows,
Fog disperses, leaving misted
Blades, petals, skin, fresh with new
A breath is sighed,
Rejuvenated Mère Earth,
Again anointed,
Cleansed by her own tear water;
Creatures rejoice, and breathe deep
Cycle of Inspiration
Privileges
Some can say
“I don’t
Want to
hear it,
See it,
be reminded,
Think about things outside
Of my control”,
“I am comfortable here”,
In ignorant complacency,
Not thinking from another’s point of view,
“This is my space”,
Of chosen apathy,
“I can sugar coat,
Pick and choose
what I subject my mind to”,
Some can forget,
Can remain ignorant,
Can be the fish that swim
Never aware that there is water,
That is their privilege at play,
But I cannot
Remain blind,
My multiple identities remind me every day,
And being aware is my burden,
And I know
I have privileges too,
But I count being awake
As one of them
The World Envisioned (a reverse poem)
This
Is not
all,
the world
envisioned for you dear,
I expected
more
Of our fellow humans,
believe in something
Better,
more than this
home
You have been given,
May you see the good
come.
Come,
May you see the good
You have been given,
Home,
more than this
Better,
believe In something
Of our fellow humans,
More.
I expected,
envisioned for you dear,
the world.
All,
is not
this.
Against the Current
She of Letters 