Evidencing hope
There’s no better legacy
What pow’r, your footprint
A little paralyzed
Blinded still, at times
These days
Moments worth true gold
Become hours wayward spent
Making sense of eyes
Wond’ring of intentions
What culpability
What unseen brokenness
Finds my listless guitar
Nerves regenerated
Arising, free
For to tell me
Overthink no more
Allow me to wax poetic of him
That his shine be crystal clear
He said a forever kitchen from the start
I have his lyrical notes tattooed to prove it
Ask to see
Be willing to wonder whether
They tell the epic tale of the day he drove me to the dump
He wore big pink rain boots
How can you know?
He still feigns tears
Oh, codependent girl
You too will become tethered
First to his graces, then to his dust
Buried in grief, you’ll slip
And be giv’n only an ice storm
Unless
For he’s a literary literal tool
Throw him the bone he’ll throw you
Would that the way set before you
Become you
And not his another footpath
For some purpose, a scheme most grand
He, needing your needles now, whispers your alias
Loving only his broken-record voice
Revolutions — he cannot keep count anymore
I, with clean heart and tear-stained kitchen floors, no longer live to hear
My blessed middle name upon an Imposter’s lips
You and I, givers
Pawns in a taker’s desperate game
May you win with me
And apologize for what
The blessings unnoticed
The love debt, outstanding
The flesh gift, unopened
The mind’s galaxy, unexamined
And the words must be uttered
I’m sorry
Forgiveness, now granted
The eyes see the fire
The resolve, reignited
Pull us from slumber
From the numb into the now
This present moment
Family left longing
Tables for one
Festing less festive
Appointments to love
You missed
Less of your legacy
So much alone you left
I asked electrons keep me company
Come to my rescue
Subatomic somethings, surround me
In the perfect of now, get in line
Come see my spine
Singing prettily
My strong, fractured song
Standing upright, dancing, sprinkling
Cinnamon-sugar safety
In the spotlight of my doorstep
What heaven awaits!
As my dancing friends and I
Will wait no longer!
If we grant winter steal our bare shoulders
Shutter our hearts, deny our eyes open windows
Who then, of what mettle, would we be?
If not sun-filled and and mocking the chill
I should prefer my soul exiled
Some dark side of a most unearthly moon
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