Let Me

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Raised arms in moon glow

Toes tap Mother’s love into the dusty ground

Let me help dear lion, dear star.

Hearts gentle movement

Warm with the energy of some old soul

Let me send love from afar.

Skirt catches light dew

Hips sway within their own song

Let me lift that heavy bar.

Hands hunt, fingers finesse

Calls to our past bodies for wisdom

Let me pull off the old tar.

Nose toward heaven

Lungs send light and peace your way

Let me show you the right star.

Let me dear lion, dear star.

Three Revised

A cousin, a brother, things happen in 3’s

Hoped death would come next for me

Instead my Pa went down that dark path

Wriggling and writhing in alcohol’s grasp

So I mourn again and again and again

Left still wishing for my silly own end

I know God is near, perhaps Goddess too

Laughing at this human who wants to be through

Asking to be taken from this nightmare of life

Wanting to be finished with all of the strife

They must have some grand plans for me

To keep me in hell instead of giving me leave

My heart and soul long for my sister dear

Cries out because she won’t let me near

She reads all my words wrong and so false

I don’t like text, I would much rather talk

Chest crushed by the weight of my grief

I no longer have her to help find relief

“Think on good things, believe in good luck”

Sunshiny people need to shut the hell up

They’ve no idea where I’ve been or am going

I’ve had loss of all kinds and the tears are flowing

Platitudes are not going to cut it this time

The best kind of healing comes from these rhymes

Here I am free to be depressingly me

No one judges, no one expects all glee

I can write and rant and know there is another

Who has felt this or seen it one way or the other

Compassion, yes.  Understanding, check.

And reminded the world is in chaos yet

My own battles start to seem very small

‘Tho my pain is amplified by poets who stand tall

I see they are writing about much bigger issues

So in elegant ways, they provide me with tissues

Which help to stop my self destructive wins

Like pulling and picking and scarring my skin

So thank you all for being who you are

For writing poems that take me so far

Away from my existence mundane

To view life from a much higher plain

For carrying me along with your tales

Which help to finally silence my wails

Next Time

Bird swoop, fly, chatter on porch rail

Mighty wing, tiny beak, dipping tail

Beady eye, sleek frame, delicate feet

Strong chest, and a sweet fluffy cheek

I stoop, cry, pound on porch rail

Stupid arms, big mouth, round at the tail

Bleary eye, big frame, hideous feet

Droopy chest, and an ugly, wet cheek

Goddess, please hear me, make note

Come, take me now, save me the rope

All I want, all I ask, is one little thing

Bring me back as a bird that hunts other beings

Let me swoop, let me fly, sit on a porch rail

Give me wings, deadly beak, and a beautiful tail

Keen eyes, sleek frame, dangerous feet

Strong chest, a mighty fierce screech

Clasp talons and fall through the air

Holding onto my love, my mate, without any care

If for only one season, thus I do wish

To be able to dive and catch my own fish

White head, dark feathers, bright yellow legs

I want to know how it feels to hatch eggs

Be free, struggle but able to kill

I want this life with all of my will

So Goddess, take mercy and come

Before I loose all chance, leave by a gun

Eagles Court