A gentle rhythm
Inhale, exhale, and repeat
Stave off all that’s bad
It’s so hard to start
But the pounding of my feet
And the sweat dripping
Keeps me sane
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Cliff’s Edge
Watching her healing
Is terribly frightening
It’s like when a child
Gets close to an edge
You want to snatch them up and
Hug them tight to you
So you’re never scared
But, that’s the problem…you see
Because the healing
Is not about me
She has to heal for herself
All I do is watch
Labor division
Is never equitable
Where kids are involved
Hard work is not done
In the moments or seconds
That come after pain
No, hard work is done
In the smile of encouragement
The breath of patience
The tears of frustration
Hard work is not just blood or sweat
Those are momentary…
Fleeting
Hard work is done
In the creation of the scar
And the faded memory it becomes
My car climbs the road
To find a spot over the trees
And all the houses
Just to catch a glimpse
Of fraying clouds burnished gold
Slashed over mountains
A sunset, bright and bleeding
It’s a reminder
Things that might seem torn
Or damaged or shredded
Are still achingly beautiful
Inevitable.
A word we use
And we overuse
Inevitable
We say; knowing that our friend
(Who’s boyfriend we don’t like, by the way)
Had a stormy break up
It’s never surprising
It’s inevitable
When a perfect movie star
Gives birth to the most perfect baby
Who’s perfect silver spoon lands them
Directly in trouble…
and it’s filmed.
Inevitable.
When the earth makes another trip around the sun
And the morning stretches and the night yawns
And it happens again
And again
Until you’ve seen 10,000 new days.
Except. It’s not. Inevitable
That the clouds will fray at the edges with that shade of pink blush from your mothers fake leather make-up bag
That same shade you’d smear on your finger and pat on your cheek until you’d made a hole in the powder.
And is now inexpertly lighting up the western sky with the same bright intensity as a two year old in her mother’s
Cheap fake leather make-up bag
It’s not inevitable
That the stars will look like that Pearl necklace of your grandmas that night in eighth grade some boy named…
Brandon
Kisses your cheek during the firework show at a theme park.
No.
Because it is not.
Inevitable.
A day so vibrant and bright
Darkened by memories
Shimmering, swirling, with violent might
So contrary
To the work I’ve done
To ensure the future sun
A bruised sky looming
Black tinged and brushed with purple
Pink blossoms stare up
Incandescent
Mouths open, waiting for rain
The sky takes a breath
And the bruise darkens
Droplets slip down the window
Tracing tears on the glass
Angry, the clouds harden
Tears change to sideways torrents
Drowning the flowers
Crawling into work
The sky stretching over me
Blue and crisp and cold
Bathing the mountains
In its icy teal beauty
It’s mundanity
Makes it all more beautiful
But…I creep inside
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Pro tip
If you ever barf
In a Disneyland bathroom
I highly suggest
Barfing in the one
Before the jungle cruise
Near the tiki room
It has a “hidden”
Lane on the far left wall
For privacy on
Your land of adventure
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