Month: April 2018

The Pretender

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One day you pretended to be

Strong;

One day you pretended to be

Brave;

One day you  pretended you could

Know;

One day you pretended to be

 Me;

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That day you got broken

In every place;

That day every demon

Took notice of your face;

That day you knew how great was

Your ignorance,

And yet you refused

To stop pretending;

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And as you healed,

You found strength;

And as you met your demons,

You made friends with fear;

And as you learned,

You grew honest,

And thus you truly

Summoned me:

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Because you,

Who was so fragile,

Who used to be scared

Of her shadow,

Who felt unworthy

Of knowledge,

Played me

With such deadly abandon;

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I have come,

And I’ll always protect you,

Be for you a shoulder

To lean on;

You’ve made it so

I could never leave you;

Mine are the eyes

That look back from your mirror

The Red Hibiscus

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I give you
One last gift
From the heart –
/
A wild flower
The color
Of blood;
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For my beautiful words
All turned out
To be false,
/
The mad thoughts in my head
But played games
With us both,
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And my hands and my feet
Had a plan
Of their own…
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There’s left in me but one
Piece of magic
And truth –
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With the rest of me rotten,
It finally
Bloomed –
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So at last I can give you
The gift
Of my heart –
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This wild flower
The color
Of courage and love

Summer Storms

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Come, summer thunderstorms, and shield me

So not a pair of eyes can see

My eyes that are becoming lightnings

Burning through darkness from within!

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Roar, oh night thunders, like the times are ending!

Lost in your voice, I’ll freely chant my prayers:

I cannot have the silent overhear them

Because the silent would die of fear;

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The sea of truth, which from me guards my memory

For it is much too turbulent to swim in,

Rise up tonight in waves uncontainable!

I’ll drink you whole and thus will give you peace;

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Oh rain, the skies’ tears of release,

You will not hurt me, don’t hold back, I plead!

Fall bravely from your heavy clouds, fall gladly

To taste the air, the earth, and the human heartbeat;

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Come, summer thunderstorms, and hold me!

You are my solace from the world

Of lowered eyes, of quiet voices, of hidden truths,

Of tears not cried