There’ll be no solemn song
No “Hey, you hero of mine!”
Wind beneath their wings you were
Relegate of eagle shadow
Beautiful, smile…hide your pain
Fore-and-aft, you’ll flutter about
Oh, love! How you’ll luff
Teardrop-shaped, yet foil-less
All this windy day is wind
The ocean of you, they showboat atop
I plan to lament, to pity-party, to languish-unapologetic-like, the daylong, in regret and angst.
When dawn of some new era calls, I’ll hear it’s hearken, I’ll know it’s finally time I arise from the rain and fog.
‘Til that day, you’re cursed, Mountain, you’re soul-sold, Hollow, you’re a kind woman’s Relic and Shame.
I want
With the stroke of my pen, to strike you down
With the blink of my eyes, to unsee you
More importantly
I need
With the tools I surely possess, to repair my own heart
With the uncommon grace that is my sinew, to forgive you
Just this one more line
Just this one more time
But I would have drowned
If you’d meant to change
If it were the day
Strength you should have found
Boundaries are most real
Boundaries helped me heal
Cross none sacred ground
I tried
Together to rip off the band-aid with you
To allow the city sun to shine upon the wounds we allowed others to inflict
Vitamin D for our tough-skinned inner-child
The parentified children we were
The superhero we each became
Heal with me, I shrieked to deafened ears
The same way we’d said it to dad
Heal for me
Certain and truthful
Your divine self
Not a deity
But still so damn divine
Super and powerful
And superpower filled
Finally and fiercely
Shall step in
Save the day and declare
You’re an unwounded warrior
Don’t you know?
Surely the circle
Summoning the soul back home
Is where we will heal
Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball
Did I give you space
Enough that you’d see you’re whole
And see fit to heal?