August alone again, prove me wrong
Dreams turned to nightmares
Out of the woods now, but strictly ill-willed attackers want me
Or — what I can give them
Still, every day, I show up
Smiling
Asking for more
Only arms-length adorers greet me
A bridge they must cross
All I am is a testimony
You can survive
Chaos
Abandonment
Doormatism
Abuse
Abandonment
Abandonment
Abandonment
Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments
Tiny poems as pollen
Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life
Roguing now, she
Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still
We, this imperfect photograph
Seemingly
In which nobody
Wants to be
Warped by wisdom
Invested in love
Honoring any of Earth
Touched at their edges by angels
Apologetic or ever redeemed
As evidenced by this Alone
Your brightest hours yet
May these hours be
Candle-lit
For when the dark reminds you
It is the eleventh hour
The day is waning
Your heart is longing
And you haven’t met me yet
Nothing’s fitting
Not the double barrel shotgun you placed against my heart
Not your blindfold upon me anymore
Nor your murderous silence
I’ve outgrown your cowardice
The singe of alone you always left me is fading away
But the boy you killed, I’ll live with daily
Stolen from me, the memory gorgeous
The boy upon the hill calling me
Kissing me
After some schoolbell tolled
All these decades, still
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
Too many church bells
Ringing out the empty hours
My village of one
Are we okay with being alone
With no other soul to hold the ladder
To stand by us, tasting, in the test-kitchen that is life
Allowing, for once, after all the illusion
Reality
When we release our grasp and find no one but ourselves
Need we ask why
What mythical stealth robbed us here
Who climbed into this tower, cat-like, to gleefully take
What will we make of it
This secondhand plan that has nothing to do with the tales we were told
A finer legacy, perhaps
Love will become
If you let it
Tired
Alone-on-a-shelf-feeling
Wondering if it’s worth the fight
If you so choose
With spine strait and strong
Trumpeting, “Gonna Fly Now”
Renewed
If you let it
Love will remain
Original Thought Credit: Theme from Rocky, “Gonna Fly Now”
If the Earth did turn, that the Sun seemed to rise this morn’
Just as sure as I wrote these words
You are not alone now
If you awoke, however dehydrated and aching
Let these words quench your need
I love you, turn with me, rise with me, thirst and ache no more. I love you
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