Hour15
I lust for you my love!
I can barely wait to make
love to you and to sleep
tight in your loving arms!
Shattered
content warning: talkin about emotional abuse
It builds slowly.
A steady incline.
One moment:
everything’s fine.
Then, suddenly,
like shattered glass on the floor,
you’re left with questions,
no answers,
and a world you don’t know anymore.
No self-discovery could have prepared you for this:
marks on your heart,
not the shape of his fist.
There’s hesitation,
and doubt,
and so much regret.
You want to move forward;
you want to say ‘not yet’.
When the dialogue opens,
you’re not sure what to say.
Did you imagine it all?
Can you make it go away?
The tree remembers;
the axe forgets.
You try to move on,
but you’re held back.
Do you call it quits?
The story most people
think of, around you,
is not the story that is
most honestly true.
Truth is subjective,
you’ve learned that in fact,
and when you look in the mirror,
you see what you lack.
If you are just watching
shadows on walls,
then how can you know
anything’s real at all?
And the people who hurt you,
they get away scott-free.
Because nobody listens
and they don’t have to think
about the damage they caused you,
about how you sink.
So you take duct tape
together with glue
and try to piece together
the more-broken you.
Somewhere in distance,
you’ll find you’re okay.
Nothing lasts forever.
Nothing stays the same.
Subbing in America: Hour 24
rushing down the hall
on a mission of mercy
to coax or defend
to steady amidst chaos
the principal has our back
Sleep Hour 24
The hour has come for me to sleep
Another marathon, mine to keep
The night is dark the body tired,
What once was alive is now expired
What once I kept, I now delete
I am off to bed to sleep
Sleep–Hour 24
Sleep
I have not forsaken thee
My brain corralled my body bright
To stay awake the chunk of night
and hover through the live long day
to where we sit at nightly bay
Oh, shriek, Oh sing
I take my leave
to let my heavy body heave
to meet the bed
perchance to dream
a lovely dream
of sleep
Hour 24 hope
hope for the best
that’s what everyone said
but how to hope in hope
when one is confused
and sans hope
when all i see is
the caterpillar me
and what i want
it s butterfly to be
i want to believe, lord
please help me sort my unbelief
The Poetry Marathon poem 24
It is the end
of yet another
challenge
I took on in a hurry
thinking I’d be able to
outdo myself yet again.
And while I have grown
and found a new way to
shine – it’s really just
Another day survived
And that alone is worth
Every moment spent
Celebrating.
-M. Rene’
Tiny Dog Healing
Ensconced in my recliner
Recovering from surgery
My constant companion snuggles in
A tiny brown dog
Determined to not leave me alone
Is happy to have ear scratches
And encouraging words to let them up in my lap
Napping often with me
As my body slowly heals
Early – Hour 23 Prompt
Its better to be early
if it makes the night shorter
the morning rougher
its worth the peace of mind
Sidewalks empty
Stairwells without dodging
Nonexistent queues
Freedom to play with the echoes