Try To Love Again

When it comes to lovin’ me, she’s worse, but when it comes to bein’ loved, she’s first. That’s how I know the first cut is the deepest. ~ Cat Stevens.

When the thunderclap strike
forced me to flee, unlike

me, you stayed, managing
negotiations for

bread and water rations.
Frightened child lost in space,

I lost my place, only
you know secret tortures

they employed, there’s no joy
automatons can feel.

In breathing, sacred trust.
Save me while I fly, I must

have no memory
I will claim each time

I trip into their pain,
they fall again

off the wagon. Endless
trail and the crumbs disappear

below my feet in time
the body I inhabit

still alive. One step starts
this journey together

feeling into what is,
leaving what should be

to the light exposing
at this very moment

two broken robin’s eggs
sky blue and from the tree

she’s cheer up cheer up cheer-
ily
and I’m yanked out

of knowing, her wind-torn
nest, am I alone in

mourning? Going back to
you, my inspiration,

my breath,
my life,
my death.

Written for the prompts: Trip, Negotiation, Wagon and Bread.

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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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