Compassion

For her
In all her distress
Who only in crisis
Can be worthy
Unburdened
Cared for

She believes only
With that necessary distance
Can she claim space
be free
Of expectations
Of failures
Free to rest
Free to fail
Unquestioned

Because there she can do
And measure up to
What is required
There she survives
There she thrives

From the bottom
On the bottom
Forever down there
She’s safe
Though barely alive

Tainted

Can’t seem to shake
This dreaded motion
Inside me

Trapped in mud
My feet won’t travel
Nowhere is safe
No one is kind

Tainted by tokens
Of what should
Take my fancy
What should
Give me wings

But all I learned
Was fear, to be afraid

Now my cage
Is the mind I own
Away from others
Failing to connect

From the sidelines
I seethe
Shamed and broken
Frozen

And hammered by should
all I’m amassing
Are regrets

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Child

Oh Jesus the guilt
Of seeing him pale
Drowning in chaos

Burdened he sighs
But never untangles
From his cluttered web

Smothered and seized
I grasp at patience
Like wet hands at soap
To no avail

Blind obedience

I never see it coming
Until I notice hooks in me
The manic narrator
Leveraging for defeat

It wants to talk
And it can talk
Persuasive, connected
Engaged

Relishing it’s place at the fore
It strokes it’s own authority
Oblivious to time
Indifferent to place

And all the while
Underneath
An exile is silent
Cowering in attendance
Believing ‘he’s right, he’s right’

Perched

It’s her birthday today

His reason d’etre

 

Perched with his feet off the ground

For him It’s just another Monochrome day

To put down, tolerate

 

Not one bit aware

How sad it is

That the one who adores him

Will go without supper