Fragile

for A. S.

My tears could fill an ocean,

My wrath could shake the Earth,

And yet, before you I sit

As quiet as a ghost;

/

I cannot let a breath escape

My chest that you make hurt,

Nor can I move the body

Which you make feel like dirt;

/

I wonder how you’ve come here

And if you’ll ever leave…

No, I have not forgotten

Although, I did forgive;

/

I know I would destroy you

If I so much as blinked,

Because you look so fragile

Weighed down by years of guilt;

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I have no wish to break you,

So I refuse to speak

The words you came to beg for;

This silence’s my last gift

The Gift

I will show you your great courage,

I will teach you to see beauty,

I’ll gift you with a smile as bright

As the Sun’s, round whom dances the Universe;

/

But the wings I will give you will cost you your legs;

The truths I’ll share with you will be hammered like nails

Into the old, cracked, yet stubborn walls of your mind,

Built of prejudice and recycled thoughts;

/

I will grant you the Wind’s freedom,

Turn your voice into a wild Thunder;

I’ll reforge your heart into one as strong

As this of the Earth-Mother;

/

But the strength you will have will be tested each day;

The light in your eyes will draw darkness and pain,

And the love that will live in your chest must survive

The tests of indifference, of hatred, of time…

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I offer you these gifts freely;

I offer you these burdens, heavy;

Will you take them from me bravely

Or pretend that you can’t hear me?

Ta Prohm

at Ta Prohm Temple, Angkor, Cambodia
at Ta Prohm Temple, Angkor, Cambodia

I thought, she said,
Since I was made of rock,
That naught existed
That was stronger than me;
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Much time had had to pass
Before it proved me wrong,
Before the roots of trees
Which human hands had felled
/
Grew through their pain,
Forgiving what’d destroyed them,
Embracing me, whom they’d been
Killed for, as their own;
/
I thought, she said,
That I was made of stone;
I see instead
That we have all been made
Of life and boundless hope

Bury Me Deep

Bury me,

And bury me deep,

Under the tallest of mountains,

Under the vastest of seas,

The deadliest of blows,

The most hurtful of insults;

/

Bury me

Under your lies,

Your fear, ill-masked with indifference,

Under a million of smiles,

Which turn into snakes

Sliding down from your lips

/

Bury me deep,

Where you think

None would be able to find me,

Somewhere light doesn’t exist,

A place like your heart, where

Truth is merely a word

/

Bury me deep,

So you know

I’m not as fragile as my bones,

Nor as easily bruised as my skin,

Nor as quiet and tame as

The sound of my voice

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Bury me deep,

For my heart

Beats at the top of the world

In the hands of a wrathful goddess,

To whom I entrusted it,

Dying of cold

/

You could bury me,

Bury me deep,

But my heart at the top of the world

Would forever continue to call

Me from the darkest of corners

Of the Earth –

/

Home

Count to Nine

Don’t close your eyes – you’ll never wake up,

Don’t drop your head, don’t let your knees bend

Under the weight of what has been done

To you, nor of the guilt for the harm you did;

/

Wait! Do not fall asleep on me now!

There may be something out there that will

Yet touch your heart – perhaps, another wild dream

For which you’ll need your strength, love and grit;

/

Do not let go, although you’re so are tired!

Chase out the ghost of death from your eyes!

I dare you to survive in spite of all,

I know you’re all but gone… Turn around!

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Fight for yourself, like I know you can!

No, not because you want to but just

Because it is your nature – you must,

Until you’re swallowed by the hungry ground

/

I will not judge when you learn to walk

Again; I will not look when you have to cry,

You know you have been given nine lives:

Nine agonizing births, and nine deaths,

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So count to nine, and rise one more time