Moments such as this,
When I am alone in thought and deed,
I think of all that sustains me,
Of the others from whom I gain my strength,
My motive to rise
To meet the day,
My will to be,
I am nothing without the others,
And they are everything to me,
And from them,
for them,
I will,
Even when they are not near,
Or even should they no longer be here,
I will and do,
For family, blood and otherwise,
They whom are my life force,
My lifeline,
My all,
And so for them I go,
Set out into the unknown,
The sky,
The deep,
And through it all,
I shall remember who,
Their faces etched in mind,
To sustain me,
Deep breath,
One step,
I go.
Tag: poem
The Collage
Scraps of paper,
Litter the floor,
Cut out ideas,
Waiting to be assembled,
Mind searches for cohesion,
Of images selected,
Arrange,
Rearrange,
Add, subtract, repeat,
A collage formulates;
the image of mind
On canvas,
But a snapshot of the endless thoughts,
Swirling inside a globe.
Departures
To become, I must go,
To come, I must go,
To places elsewhere,
On this plane,
In this eternity,
I must seek, so I may find,
This is a journey,
I was, and was not expecting to take,
My departure has arrived,
But know I shall return,
For you are my heart,
Now being pulled away,
But never severed from my soul,
My heart is big enough, full enough,
To take you with me,
Even when we are apart,
Distance cannot quell my love,
As the cosmos,
It is endless and withstanding time,
But I must go,
For moments merely,
That I know feel like eternities,
For that is how it feels to me,
Know that nothing
Could hold me back,
From returning to you,
For you are my being,
In a separate body,
My precious, beloved child,
No, Nothing,
Not Ice and snow,
Nor hurricane gale,
Nor hellfire,
Nothing love,
No,
Nothing.
Ransom Note: \/\/@R
Here come the politicians,
Up for reelection,
Let’s hear their stance,
Their campaign promises
Listen as bombs drop upon a distant shore
Here come the politicians,
Waist deep in controversy,
Scandal! Impeachment!
What to distract?
What to keep an audience hooked?
Plot twist!
Rain down the bombs upon another distant shore.
Here come the politicians,
What have you done?
It was necessary? Was justified?
For the American born!?
Here posted– the stars and stripes,
A pirate flag,
A heckler’s taunt.
Here come the politicians,
-Our president-
-Our leader-
Our King
has declared War,
To save face,
To save his post,
To reign
Supreme
This is not in our name,
But it is our signature,
Forged,
on this international Ransom note,
Red;
In blood,
Our hands are suddenly covered.
This Inferno
We are burning
We are bombing,
In a self-made Apocalypse,
Who will save us?
When thee who made us
Provided free will capacities,
This is on us,
Regardless of what you believe in,
Fix it, unless
You choose this end,
With riches and ash,
Profit and pain,
War and climate change,
Neighbors are fleeing,
A hell we have made,
And so many close eyes, head down, to pray,
“Do something!” The universe screams,
Your prayers alone are a selfish salve,
Ignoring your personal investment in this terror,
“Too little too late,” the skeptics say,
But why add fuel to this raging inferno?
Voice
Standing solo,
This is my uncomfortable spot,
But this is right where I need to be,
I call out,
And hear nothing,
But the sound of my own voice,
It is this voice that I am tasked with coming to know,
How close you are,
Originating from my center,
And yet how foreign you are to me,
Taking you in,
Taking you on,
I must come to know you
Like a separate being,
Alive, with wants, needs, desires,
I feed you my thoughts,
And must learn to be less self-conscious about them,
My fears threaten to starve you,
As they have before,
Voice,
I must aim to make you strong,
To let you mature with the taste of my tongue,
and the hum of my throat,
Like a babe I must learn to speak,
To have a voice.
She of Letters 