Wednesday, July 27, 2016

The knife, in hand.

I take the knife,
In hand, to scrape.

This, then the layers.
To peel them back.

T'is it, an onion,
This thing,
This feeling,
This longing, and regret.

t'is it now, read/red,
Or always been.

This pain, comes forth?

This to suffer.
At our hands?

The ones,
He luved.

To cleans this now,
This now comes forth.

To bring new life,
This now the game.

Renew it now,
With fire and ice.

To come again,
This now the choice.

Bodies broken, and my soul.

to build again,
this fear of loss"

to learn to luv
and luv again

is it joy
or is it pain

to see the dark,
depart with light.

T'is it pain,
or is it joy.

to feel the strength
from bodies bent.

broken, used,
like my soul

to lose i must,
be built again

to chose to luv
the pain within.

Monday, July 25, 2016

On thinking of Mom.

Thinking of mom,
This day once more
To learn to luv
And luv again

In sorrow and in pain.
To luv and joy.
Mixed feelings
Have we yet.
To choose to luv
And live once more

Seek we now,
This choice,
once more

To end this day,
to choose once more..