24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Locked out
of where I should be
This coffin where I have placed myself
Stifles me
I need to break free
Push my limits
Breathe fully and deeply
Instead I cough
On stale air
The walls push against me
And I am getting smaller
Smaller and still smaller
I know I made this place
This haven of darkness
This Hell of despair
The locks are an illusion
But the imprisonment is real
Shackled by fear
Beaten by disappointment
The sentence is long
And here is no parole
My roommate arrived one day frantic
locked out of her car and couldn’t be late for work again
so I gave her the keys to my own car.
I went for a walk across town and found her car,
keys dangling from the ignition
and the window rolled all the way down.
I can only say
My life would end
If i was underground
With dirt tamped all around me
To the point i couldn’t move my arms
And my nose itched
But i couldn’t scratch it
And i needed to cough but the closeness of everything around me made breathing so difficult
I could not take a full breath
So panic would set in
And i would just die out of fear that i might live and remember those feelings everytime i close my eyes.
i would not dare to
pick up the phone to call you
i’ll wait
call me
please
remember me
please
did you know
i am still here
hold me in your heart
please
remember me
pick up the phone and call me
i am here
for you
it’s always cold inside these glass walls
the same scenery and no warmth
earthquakes shake me up
every now and then
no place to go
nowhere to hide
though I have been waiting
all this time, it’s been
the same silence and the cold
it’s always the same inside these glass walls
the same scenery and no warmth.
Moose
A baby moose is still a big creature
And how this one found me I do not know
But he looks at me with his big droopy eyes
And, motherless being, I know I must take him in
He follows me around the house like a puppy
A puppy the size of a Great Dane
Scared, he tries to hide under the coffee table
His head barely fits in the small space
When I wake I wonder, Why a moose?
When did I become the caretaker of woodland creatures?
Is it emblematic of the size of the challenges I nurture?
Or am I supposed to learn to welcome strangers into my life?
She did not stay locked in the
Cage made of gold
For she herself was a bird
With a heart of gold
High was her flight
Sharp was her sight
Fierce like an eagle
She flew up in the skies
Infinite skies were her home
Never did she fear
Of flying alone
You left me here closed from the world from my family from any sort of a friend. My world grows small smaller smallest each passing hour each passing minute into moment as I feel my head grow small around my brain tight, tighter, tightest as I struggle to breathe while my chest clenches my heart harsh, harsher, harshest. You left me here closed from the world from my family any hope for a friend. You have grown cruel, crueler, cruelest.
its warm in here and so coming out doesn’t seem right
questions arise as to whether I should go
I can’t anyway, it’s not time yet
I suppose she decides when I can come out or maybe it’s me who gets to choose
but if it’s on me then what happens when I get out of here?
will they introduce me to the world?
will they like me if she does?
Time is not linear but it feels like forever and I want to be glad to arrive
It’s tight in here and the stretch is near
stuck and aware of how long it’s been
holding on and fighting the urge to stay with the fear
It’s getting to hot to stay in here
We I open the/my our first Intentional Community
In a small house with 6 people( 5 + me )
The heart, growing together, with 2 entries
That both lead to thriving: Arts and Healing…
It starts in a small house
In a small road
Where the light shines
With many laughs and smiles
It grows quickly as we all live
Around dancing together – Biodanza
And expressing ourselves
Every day, every night
We keep growing because
We are all committed and enjoying
Being naked – true
To each other