Straight from the Pit

Jealousy, Hatred, 
Envy, and Insecurity
These evil fellows
I’ve come to know.
 
They slither and scheme
Watching and waiting,
Sensing the second 
My guard is down.

Their attack is sharp 
And so deep
It stings and bites 
Exposing my scars.

They blindside 
And de-rail
At moments 
Most vulnerable.

They’re disguises 
Are cleaver
Some days looking 
A little to much like
Me and …you.

They’re nasty basters
Born in the pit of hell
Claiming all 
As their victims.

They’re weapons
Are words
For they know 
The pain they inflict
To strangle, suffocate, 
trap, and confine.

I’ve found 
But one escape
From these evil gents,
To dive deep into 
My well of love, 
And stay immersed 
Till every crack, crevice, 
And broken part filled.

Their attack is quick
My response quicker.
Intended to wound
I to heal.
They desire engagement
I desire peace -

Which comes 
when I quietly … walk away!








I’m Changing Our Rhythm

Our rhythm of life 
has been a syncopated mess

Stealing beats and melodies
That didn’t belong to us.

Keeping up with time changes,
Incidentals, and accidentals.

Trying our best at improve
But the riffs and jams were always just a little off.

Our rhythm belong to no one but us.
So let’s stop playing composed tunes
And craft our own song.

In our new rhythm, I’ll keep the beat
And you bring the melodies.

It will be a rhythm that allows us to breath, to create,
And best of all too dance. 

A Force

The world wasn’t ready,
but that didn’t stop you!
Fifteen weeks early
YOU made your entrance.

Less than two pounds of humanity,
you burst forth with ease,
effortlessly entering the world.

It didn’t take long for the 
ease to turn too complicated.
But we heard them say,
“She’s a fighter!” and that you are.

Needles, machines, and meds,
PT, OT, and Green Tea,
Operations, procedures, surgeries,
Shunts, and seizures -
All the words that have been your life.

But warriors don’t quite,
And SHE warriors are unstoppable.

You are light, love, and laughter,
Chocolates, Pokemon, and anchovy pizza.
You are a wonder to behold,
A force no-one should reconned with.

You are Emery Rainbow Drops.
And Darling, you are a SHE warrior.

A Collective Sigh

A collective sigh

I stand in the doorway and listen.

It’s a sound that is both familiar and foreign.

We’ve been anticipating it’s arrival, 

but not with great expectation.

In our world these events come with little guarantee.

~

The family of four around the corner,

celebrate with great delight!

Inviting the rest of us to join in their dance.

~

But I’m listening for something else.

I’m listening for the collective sigh

that starts at the top of the tallest tree 

and trickles down to the parched earth.

~

A sigh that says we can live a while longer.

A sigh that says there’s a future,

and new life waiting to burst forth.

Even the rocks and shingles relax in the knowing.

~

Tonight the gentle rain brings relief.

It cleans the air and saturates the earth.

~

I listen to the sound so familiar and foreign. 

It calls me to listen and dance –

with the three year old around the corner.

~

It gives me hope that  in the months to ahead

It will be more familiar than foreign.

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