From outside in
survival props subdue the fears inside,
where life is lost in battle songs
though oft their words forgot.
Survival brain protects and stands
against, and never for.
Safe until the moon sets close-
a quiet tremor felt
hushing winds
and with the sigh
you find
the self that fell apart.
Brown curling edges diagnosed
a death or disease supposed
but growing still with eastern light
reaching still in winter’s blight
buds reach high and hopeful
settled and composed
White life speeds unimpeded by lights, flashes
History on their side
Fear not pulsing
Violently staying in their lanes, views
Blind and asleep.
#Racism #MartinLutherKing #WakeUp
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
Lighting the path beyond,
the moon leans toward a fate larger than death,
the eastern sun bullied by looming clouds of day.
Life speaks daily in the rise and fall–
hope wrapped in even the darkest morn.
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.
Time bends moist moments
into pain
birthing
refractions
of shallow hope
with life lines into tomorrow
Driving into the sun
left of center
Grace escaped
time beyond the rhythm
regret
Deep breath
hope
Speeding life beyond imagination
for Michael
Silent
Strong
Edges and borders
Marking love like a destination.
The grey in between, though, soft and caring.
Big-Brother-Like
birthed in so much softness
trained now to guard
the soul of hearth and home.
coat white outside
layered over
inside
lost in a season
incognito
buried in the hope
rooted within
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