Awake alone in this early hour
The birds, they sing for me
The dewy air fills my lungs
And I am nourished by its qi
Wind blown leaves spiral down
A prompting for the day
To release all that’s come before
And for this, my heart does pray
Love surrounds to hold me close
My soul sings to the sky
More grateful for this life I live
With each day that passes by
My poetry tends to be positive… in celebration of nature, recognition of spirit, and of love. However, no authentic person is cheery 100% of the time and I think it’s important to share the full range of my experiences. I woke up this morning feeling a bit down and recalled this poem I wrote many months ago. Because of its tone, I didn’t love it and didn’t share it at the time but this morning I feel called to bring it out from the dark. We all have past experiences that haunt us and the best we can do is to heal them by bringing them into the light.
Why do you hide
In the once fertile garden
Of my collapsing heart?
Are you waiting to steal
The tears from my eyes?
This land was made
For beauty to grow
But you’re taking the life
From the seeds I have sown.
What can I give
To place you at rest?
To keep you from taking
The light from my chest?
Are we karmicly bound?
How can I wash
Your scent from my ground?
I know who you are and
I’ve asked you to leave.
Has my heart not had
Enough of your grief?
I demanded of the heavens above,
“Tell me, how do I live in your love?
When something still exists in me,
That wants to build walls in between.”
The answer came, pure and true
“Look around for what to do.”
And so I asked the tumbling stream,
“How can I let this love be seen?”
“Go with the flow, but look around,
You can still be solid, like the ground.”
I looked to the earth and heard her say,
“I give my fruits freely, day after day.”
To the trees I said, “Your roots are shared.”
“Not only that, but we clear the air.”
Creatures abound, wild and free
Whispered for me to simply be me.
I still wasn’t sure that was enough,
To which they replied, “You’re already love.”
I looked to the heavens, “It shouldn’t be long,
Until I’m sweetly sharing your song.
“Your love is the joy that courses through me,
And celebrates life as it truly can be.”
I’m sorry you’re hurt.
I’m just a mess.
My heart needs freedom
or it won’t express.
I don’t know what that means,
but I know that it’s real.
I want you attached
but not at my heel.
I’m sorry I’m gone.
I need to cocoon.
Me living my life
feels threatening to you.
I’m drowning in work.
Can’t come up for air.
But it feels all okay.
I’m comfortable there.