It is what it is
As if I were not entangled.
Stuck
lost in illusions of Control
It is
Be
surveillance
thumbprints press hard
on the outer part to shape shift being
into a failed construct
facade
hiding a soul looking for the light behind
to dispel shadows and such
searching for life beyond the creep of forced ideals
into everlasting peace
Maternal
Not thinking much about god these days,
trapped in stone and stained glass.
Though everywhere I look
tangible, take your breath away visions
most often
strong, nurturing and wise
like a Mom.
Rushed
What of a moment
makes for time to collapse
onto itself
into itself
until the flow escapes notice
and the big one gets away
Turns
Driving into the sun
left of center
Grace escaped
time beyond the rhythm
regret
Deep breath
hope
Speeding life beyond imagination
Sparkle
Even in the darkest waters
Energy lurks
Enduring time
Enlisting seasons of change
To spark the flow.
Regret
Listening
between the lines
of gray and green,
dreaming
lost in regret
with want and hope.
From Under
When the under stuff sticks
stays
like a cape
covering all the hurt
hate
from within
reaching up to find
a breath.
Love lost
Hidden
wounds
living time
beneath the
insecure reach
that trades touch for protection
Chill
Bone cold
shiver
wanting a way to warm
forgotten
drafty doors but solid walls
shaken
within the embers burned
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