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. 

Hoarding the Light

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Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 75

"We are star stuff which has taken it's destiny into it's own hands."

~Carl Sagan

Note: It was when I was a child that I learned to hold on tight

keeping all I could call my own

and clutch on to it with all my might

my whole adulthood I have been learning

to simply let it go.....

You Cannot Cage an Orb of Light but You Can Cage Your Own Heart,

To the east their hearts held loneliness

To the west it was a certain fear

In-between there was a desolation

That spread like a woman’s tears

Then one day an orb of light arrived

That lit up their hearts and the sky

So desperate they would lose it

They took to ropes ladders and ties

Trying to hold it down

It lasted about one day

And then the orb was gone

They couldn’t make it stay

I wonder if they would have let it freely stand

Maybe it would have chosen to remain

Some things cannot be caged

But what our hearts choose to hold

is truly within our hands