{headache}

You have so much to say
So many ideas
Clamoring

Must you think out loud?
I have no room for your thoughts.
My head is already full.

All I have are questions.
I am dizzy from spinning in circles
around them.

Why do you speak to me
without answers?
I can't help you anymore than you can
help me.

defiance

I am like a weed in a garden
When I bloom I am torn
Beaten
For fear my seeds will spread

Sometimes I am so damaged
And humiliated
I think I cannot bloom again
I will not

Am I poisonous?
Do I have thorns?
Does my fragrance offend?
Are my flowers so ugly?

Too bad!
I have no others
And I will not wither away
To make room for more
Of what already grows

waking

I spend more time dreaming

then anything else.

It's hard to be sure

what is real.

But I remember you.

May I sit with you a while?

You remind me of a Friend.

Prison

I.

 

I am serving

A life sentence 
In prison

Every flake of my skin
Every drop of my blood
Screams
To be free
 
II.
 
Is it selfish to be glad
to find a friend in
such a place?
Yes.

Before you came
I could only count the ways
I hate this prison

Now I count the ways
I will love to be free
 
III.
 
You shake me awake
Your hands reaching
Through the bars

You are leaving
Without me
But you want to say goodbye

I hate that word

I would not ask you to stay
Would I?

Take me with you.

But you can’t
You don’t have the key
I do.
 
IV.
 
You are magnificent
in your freedom.
I watch you escape
in wonder
You are lightning
and dustdevil
A drop of water
leaping and singing
over the edge
A flame dancing
And changing colors

You are long gone
When I fall apart
In my cell

How dare you leave me here?
I should have begged you
To stay.
I will go mad in here
Before my sentence ends.

I beat at the door
The key is in my hand
But I can’t find the lock.

Is there anything you don't know?
    

   You know what you feel
    what you think
    what you say
    and what you don’t say.

    I never do.

How can you be so sure?

    You know all those things about me too
    That I don’t know. 

I am a tangle of ignorance

    Every day you work at the knots    

And every day,

I am a little closer  

to Knowing.

    Did you think I could find my way from here?
    I lost all the pieces of knowing
    you gave me,
    when you left.

Be Fearless, Be Free