Let Alone

The old woman said if I don’t live

my life according to my beliefs

I’m living a lie.

Envision each breath

as an advertisement

clear and concise

what I stand for, the key —

I’m interrupted by my mother

rushing past to growl and yip,

slam the door to scare away

the geese, unwelcome even on

the frozen ground.  They pay her

no mind and silence ensues.

Once again I slept past dawn

in my troubled dreams,

freeing my curls by cutting

my long locks, then

waking by wheezing.

So I missed that darkness limned

hints of early light,

that precise quiet

sacred

inviting,

my ritual of awakening

that allows me to host the world

lightly.  To recognize the negative

spaces, I dedicate that time

now lost to the chattering

of hurting humans.  We can’t go

there together, even when I enter

first, hold the container wide

and strong.  The pain is too great,

and they rush to fill the vast

emptiness, locked down

alone together.

Inspired by: Lethargic, Envision, Advertisement and Key.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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