Wednesday, February 15, 2017

Heartbeat



The mask falls to the ground
shatters, splintered pieces of defence
denial, spread across the floor
beyond this country
 new hope flickers
quietly nestled at the base of a mountain
behind a gate,
waiting for me


I scramble on hands and knees
broken glass memories
the pieces cannot be mended, fixed
the tears fall, and let them stay broken
unable to fight, I am broken apart


My face is naked, soft and new
without the stoic facade
the time is now, to become whole again
I walk to your gate
falling into a fresh sunset.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

meeting

I lived risk averse
head bent
routine bound, tired hearted
he taught me 
a lack of lukewarm
a courting eviction 
from an ancient mountain
I fought to be placeless
he placed me
nameless
belonging
quiet, uncensored
I hungered for a rough hand
a soft place to fall 
amidst the rock crevices