I feel you here,
Ancestors,
Wordless you whisper in my mind,
Letting me know I am never alone,
That you reside beside my soul,
Ancestors,
I know you weren’t perfect,
You were human,
Now as spirit,
You are lessons,
Guides,
Wisdom,
Perhaps what I know is not from my mind alone,
But the culmination of your knowledge,
You have been here always,
Now I am just wise enough,
Open enough to see,
Ancestors,
May your continued existence be blessed,
I am grateful for your gifts of presence and wisdom,
As you walk in step with me.
Tag: poem
Write On
I have run to you,
I have run from you,
In fear of self,
In fear of the unknown,
I have deleted my poems,
Confessions,
And such,
Fearing the power of others hands they might touch,
But who am I?
Whose feelings could be wanted?
So needed to be manipulated?
I am no one.
And therein lies the rub,
If I am no one,
I am nothing,
But I am something,
I am someone,
I cannot be no one,
And thus,
I am important,
I am unique,
I am valuable…
And if so I have much to protect,
I can either refuse to live, to preserve ever being harmed,
Or I can revolt against fear and oppression,
Determined to preserve my existence and living,
And thus,
I wage my own internal battle against uncertainly,
And pledge to live;
And so I write on.
Identity
I am
Who I am
Despite how others see me,
I will persevere with my identity,
With my abilities,
With my disabilities,
I am,
Because I exist,
Because I am here,
And that is good,
In whatever plane I reside on,
My identity defies convention,
Challenges boundaries,
Stretches imagination,
Ensures my breath is not wasted,
Promises promises,
Of something grander than believed possible yesterday,
My identity is, was, will be,
And when I go to my next destination,
I leave behind a legacy,
That I am building with the creation,
The priceless artwork that is my identity.
Missed Full Moon
I missed this full moon,
But I felt it,
In my heart,
In my hips
In my hunger for words
From your lips,
I missed this full moon,
More importantly,
I
miss
you
A Dusting
A dusting of snow
Covers the beams,
And I wonder,
When did you fall?
The Way We Used To (Dreams)
Sometimes in my dreams,
We’re at a coffee shop,
Discussing everything,
The way we used to do,
Sometimes in my dreams,
You’re showing me your stomping grounds,
The way you used to,
Sometimes in my dreams,
We’re in the car,
Driving wherever the road takes us,
Like we used to do,
Sometimes in my dreams,
With candles lit, and our song on,
We passionately make love,
Like we used to,
-But scratch that-
This is my dream,
And “used to” doesn’t matter,
In my dream we still do all the things
We used to,
In my dream,
I can hold you,
And trace the outline of your face,
Run my fingers through your thick hair,
And taste your precious mouth,
I feel your body over,
in me,
we melt
As flame light flickers on the walls,
And I say your name aloud
As if an incantation to release,
This is my favorite dream,
Being possessed by you,
Loved by you,
Over and over,
Until breath seems optional,
This is my dream,
But slumber ends,
And I’m left hazy,
Hung over,
With a need,
An urgent hunger for you,
For a fill
That I will never get,
And so I rely on dreams,
Because in dreams
I can have it all,
In dreams
Our song never ends.
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