Legacy

Legacy

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I am not concerned with what I may leave behind

But rather what I make of today -

How I am to people

What I may make them feel -

If anything at all -

Either is fine

I do not expect many years to come

But I would like what I am gifted to be light and with room to grow

To end in a better place inside from where I began and dwelled in for far too long

I would like to go gently into the night

And turn my dreams and wishes into stars

A light, untouchable, but seen.

This Poem

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This Poem 

This poem is my voice -

A songbird in a cage

A glass of water aching for the ocean

A coin waiting to be spent (wisely)

I am not sure when I started writing this poem

Perhaps it has been forever - since I never could speak out loud

It is a constant - as familiar as a friend held in ice 

I hold it in my head 

Recite it quietly when times are black - or white 

I like the syllables - the stops and starts 

This poem is a secret door - a gate into a garden of my making 

This poem is my skeleton - the very bones that hold me up 

It is everything and nothing - upon it I can create muscles

Memories to support me as I open the gate and walk outside

Into a world that cares not for words or thoughts

Best to stay inside (I think) and work on the words that keep me alive. 

 

An April Heart

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" It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke 

I collect words and phrases like picking up pebbles from the beach

Or plucking the juiciest berries from the bushes

I like how words can carry you - hold you safe 

Even when the world feels out of reach

Now, of course, the sun shines brighter

More daylight hours to learn how to fill 

I need to learn about lighter days - days without chaos

I need to remember swinging on the apple tree

Riding my bike up hills and through puddles

Quietly finding pleasure within myself 

A ray of being that can never be broken 

Safely back through the looking glass.

Truth

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I wonder whether the day will go ahead -

It feels like a child - born, lost, needing peace and safety -

Silent, elemental anger and rage 

Never have my family spoken in a free and positive way

Truth is I have hobbled my way in (and out) of this life 

Not really enough to claim as pathway out  

At least she is open enough to leave our world behind 

To sprinkle a dose of sugar spirals

Into my hot chocolate

I do not speak to anyone - I listen 

Underneath my breath is an explanation 

A Truth that I can not say out loud

The raw and human feeling that things will never be the same

Now the truth out there

No matter, if, the days will unfold as they will.