Saturday, July 25, 2020

The Little Girl Who Could Not Cry

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 118 hosted this week by the brilliantly talented Chrissa!
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Sorrow makes us all children again — destroys all differences of intellect. The wisest know nothing. ~Ralph Waldo Emerson

It is a red-hot kettle 
the one I was never meant to hold 
and my heart that burns with longing 
has not yet learned to let it go 
my soul yearns to go backwards 
and speak with the child I once was 
warn of hurt and danger 
preventing so many scars 
for I have learned to carry heavy burdens 
and how to fall slipping in regret 
trying to keep it all together 
holding tight to things not mine to get 
but like the Red-Footed Falcon 
freedom is the truest way 
and tears of loss and heartache 
were never meant to be caged 
you cannot carry an ocean nor a thousand buckets of rain 
so why would you carry everyone's sorrows 
and keep holding on to all the pain? 
you see every poem is a message 
 that my own heart needs to hear 
and drop by drop of ink and words 
have helped me find the tears. 

Saturday, July 11, 2020

Direction of the Heart

"Seeing Black & White"  photography by the very talented Susie Clevenger.

Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 116
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The past is not a package one can lay away. ~Emily Dickinson


In my dreams I see reflections of yesterday
Leading me down black and white highways
to places I once had been
I wander backwards
Heading into the past
Holding moments long since gone
I see the faces I miss so much
 and hear voices
That I have not heard in years
Holding children that have long since grown up
For in life, I have seen many things change
Right before my eyes
Each one is a part of what has molded the direction that my heart follows now
The joy keeps me hopeful
The storms inspire change
The loss has given me calluses upon my knees
Giving me the strength to keep moving forward
No matter what lies ahead
For my heart knows where I come from
And that gives me the greatest direction of all.