At times I come across a soul
so quick to bring me down
I wonder what their story is
and what joy they have found
in superficial conflicts
or actions brought of anger,
how do they think
that will make the world a better
place, for us to live on together?
Hearts closed to the bigger picture
this is how they respond to the suffering
of others, by increasing the fracture
till we’re all just single broken bones
in a human body,
for a collective heart heavy.
Spreading the disease
of jumping to the worst assumptions
about another human heart
without knowing its best intentions.
But love is a doing word
so let’s all keep in mind
that in a world already tough enough
at least we tried being kind.
You happened upon my skeletons
and helped name them,
you see ours
and clothe them
for the funeral of all endings.
If I am Lady Death,
you are the instinct
which sings magic
over all that is tangled,
and sheds tears
to join our souls
into a force
that loves a lifetime,
till all I can hear
is the drumming of our hearts,
that love and life
are to be lived
by the bones.
Quiet, dear mind,
when thinking breaks you apart
cascade your confessions onto this page
till you come away empty.
Feel, dear heart,
numbing the strain does not soften the break
fear not the flood of sensations
for with your rhythmic beat they will dissipate.
Presence, dear body,
one day you will feel at one with yourself
and your reach will be infinite;
here you can tend to your trauma.
Freedom, dear soul,
rest with expectation for the next adventure
and leave behind everything
that resists your balletic wandering.