This Time

Proceed out of Winter
My hard-earned wisdom I offer, my friend

It is inhuman to have forsaken the Sun as we have
The birds beckon you now, none too early

Travel to June
That the Summer may hold you and lilac unfold before you

Emerge from here, unbroken
afterall
Fearless

Running into Winter as warriors, prepared
Ecstatic, that next time shall not surprise us, this time!

Divine Self

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?

At The Bell

Fling that thing to the Moon
That thing that’s ailing you
Red flags, white flags, too

It’s not a day too soon
Let’s leave crazy to loons
Whose flightiness consumes

Consider this day new
Its call goes out to you
To sing the champion’s tune

Still Grieving

These why-natured questions no human has answered
Nor monsters willing, either
Invade my slumber

Nightmares, demanding I wash the dishes
Become thinner and wear clothes that aren’t mis-matched
Occupy mistress status

Keep me searching

Leaving me susceptible to sages insisting
A renaissance woman now, I ought dress for my inner warrior
The muse who I let be stolen

At 3am I harken her

A ghost now, still grieving for answers from man-shaped monsters — those captains who’ve abandoned the ship
She cannot answer back

Fruitful Be

Our story is not final, Yo
Our shame can take a seat
The last train car, in the back row
As Universe defeats

That rusted coupler is removed
By strength of warriors, we
Pain of ten lifetimes is soothed
Healed now, fruitful be

Double Helix

Mirrors and many things
Left behind
No longer serving to remind
All she disappeared into
It was a hollow
Worse than silence

Comes now each new day
A ringing out
In Chickadee song
So sweet, all I long for now
Is to hear her DNA daily
Feel her backbone & warrior call

Disappeared

I braved the elements for you
Chill and loneliness barefoot
Shoulders faint, but unafraid

Shield extended to cover you

Hunter and warrior I’ve been
Provider, defender I’ll be
Our roles reversed

Sacrificing me
You self-destructed a time ago
Your supernova has felled thee

In Sales

The left of my brain, omnipresent, churns in the background, planning to acquire real estate, shaking hands with all my synapses, as a snake, propagating the message, “don’t ask for too much.”

The whole of my heart, hope-trained, stands in the line of fire, clad in silvery full armor, bravely readying my skin, deflecting endless barbs of propaganda, imparting the beautiful truth, “I am her too much.”