Trust

“Come up here! Jump up here!”

Says the giant man.

“I’m scared, not sure. Is it safe?”

Squirms the little lamb.

“Just close your eyes, I’ll protect,”

He smiles and open arms.

She takes a breath, closes eyes,

Hopes she might find home.

She musters all her inner strength

And prays he’ll hold her tight.

She leaps off the long, brown cliff

For him to catch her with his might.

She stays suspended in between

Weightless in her heart.

“He’ll surely catch and pull me up,”

She promises shaking soul.

“How does it feel there where you are-

Suspended and vulnerable?”

“I’m terrified! I can not fly.

I have no wings to soar!”

“You have no wings?” He acts surprised,

Shocked and utterly appalled.

“No, I’m a lamb- we have no wings!

Please catch me with your hands!”

“Well, you see, this was not discussed.”

“I’m pretty sure it was.”

Gravity pulls grey wool down.

She locks eyes with him.

“You were supposed to protect me!

I’m falling, can’t you see?”

“I have to go, you jumped too slow.

Please fall gracefully.”

 

Betrayal

The velvet car seat consumes my lifeless body.

Despondent.

Wrong place, wrong time, wrong life.

The clock radio reads 3:33

But Dawn is breaking all the same. My mind is perplexed at the thought.

I’m exhausted-

Shattered.

Like a crystal vase now unable to hold an ounce beauty,

only able to pierce fumbling flesh.

The pain is generous enough to come and go like the tide.

Full moon.

If it flooded me, without receding, my lungs would fill and burst, spreading the spores of hatred and anguish.

It’s as if for a moment I forget and peace is dangled- oh, so close!

I am too damaged to reach.

Without warning, the floor once supporting me dissolves with laughter.

Tumbling, tumbling back into hell

A place of torment

Which actually exists-

where there is a soul fire of anguish that can not be quenched- the feeling you first taught me last night.

Midnight Snack

Sleepy shuffle across the floor

what can I hunt tonight?

Peanut butter, almond milk

So much terrain to explore.

 

Water, fruit, and sugar pie

Peep holes as slots of coin

Don’t leave a crumb, lick the bowl

Shimmy back, loopy, fly

Painting by Nola Studiola, entitled: “Comfort and Food”

My Left Side

I had a dream last night

That the mountain I faced

Was made of diamonds.

I stood at the base in wonder.

I wished you were there to see it-

The sparkling shine and the glow.

I had a dream last night

You weren’t with me.

Into the ground dig my roots as I grow.

Painting Cred: Freya’s Tears of Gold

Dark Rooms

Don’t tell me the dark shouldn’t be feared.

You weren’t there when it grasped my throat with its knotted fingers.

Don’t remind me of my strength.

I’ve watched the muscles pulsate as pale, freckled legs sprinted to separate me from my past.

You are not my protector by night if you can not awaken to be my lover by day.

This dark room isn’t large enough for your attitude and my pain.

Your light is too blinding for this corner of my soul, oh wise one.

You stab altruistic comfort with your knife welded from grief.

You don’t see me. Stop greeting me with your eyes of cold water which crows feet surround.

Search Light

I hear you calling me through the mist.

I take a step further, closer to your scent.

Wrap a lasso of your heart strings around my waist.

Coil my loins with your belt of chase satisfactions.

 

I know it’s time to go deeper.

My eyes lose focus. I’m disoriented by my toxicity.

Remind me how it feels to be in your arms.

Help me remember and touch me more intensely than ever before.

 

Danger surrounds me everywhere I look.

I have this beautiful baby to protect in this world full of hate and barbarian killings.

I see you.

It’s not safe just to run to you from the house I’m safe in.

 

“MATT!”

“MATT!”

  One more time. 

       “MATT!”

 

You heard me. You smile.

You run towards me, leaving everything and everyone behind. I am all you see.

I hesitate for safety’s sake, but I am always safe with you.

I run like an antelope- nothing can stop me.

 

Oh, the joy and freedom of running to you!

When we reach one another, our bodies and souls collide and fold into one another.

I hold him as tightly as my muscular arms will allow.

“You’ve gotten stronger,” he smile at me warmly.

 

“Oh Matt, I’ve always known!

I’ve always known!

We’re…”

 

“Soulmates,” we state in a unison that seems to join our combined souls even further.

“Travel with us.” I knew he’d say yes.

As we journey together, he holds my hand. I know we will live and not die.

My protector is here. We follow the light.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Image from: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/346073552607565267/?lp=true

 

Wherever I Go, There I Am.

I’ve been running from this poison-

Traveling far and wide to escape its stench.

Duct taping gaps where windows meet walls.

Excommunicating carriers assigned to place it in my most intimate and vulnerable parts.

I’ll do anything to get away from this deadly must, which causes my skin to crawl and my soul to ache.

Ah-

The sun rises early this morning.

My eyes… trying to adjust.

Black sap on my pillow.

I look to and fro to see who’s responsible, yet I am alone.

I touch my face.

Looking at my fingers, I feel woozy.

A weapon formed to destroy me, seeping from the inside out.

I am the poison.