Light touch
to signal wanting,
a moment
before the world wakes
to remember
why you rise,
why you come back.
Fiction and poetry writing, recapturing the muse.
Light touch
to signal wanting,
a moment
before the world wakes
to remember
why you rise,
why you come back.
Skirt around a weakness
and pray no one notices,
too many cracks
are already formed
to risk another punch,
even from an innocent,
even from yourself.
Pick apart
emotions that are yours,
ignored for too long
and now mangled
into ugly,
waiting to be unpacked,
hugged
and set free
so you finally understand
why your face
is stained with tears.
Draw the blood
to read the history,
the possibilities,
the course of the future.
Are you ready
for the answers?
Build a connection
to a stranger of birth,
already formed
but informed of you,
draw closer and discover
blood isn’t everything,
love is.
Fear catches your breath
at the amount of love
one small soul can bring,
so fragile,
so fearless,
and your responsibility
to keep safe.
Grant them freedom
to let them grow
and hold your heart
until you know they’re well.
You’ll always
be holding your heart.
Sense the movement
to change your direction,
because staying still
will end you
and any chance at more.
Push against the hard
a little longer,
just a little longer.
Suspended hope
falls with a drop,
a drip,
an end to the dry
and absent pain.
Welcome back
to your reality.
Dance with danger
to prove that unseen,
make me believe
and ground me
at last,
allowing me to breathe
and stop looking
over my shoulder
for the end
where there is
nothing.
An old task
still incomplete
returns to be noticed
and eat away
your day
again and again,
haunting your present
until it can
finally be done.