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Head is pounding
Body’s numb
Can’t think
Can’t feel
I want to just stop
I want to just disappear
Maybe then I can get some peace
Maybe then I can be at peace
Mirrors on the walls,
Mirrors are the walls,
You see your self,
You look,
But can you really truly see?
Do you see what I do?
The beauty of your being?
The kindness of your heart?
No…you don’t.
All you see is the wrong you’ve done
The people you’ve hurt,
The ugliness of yourself.
You don’t see what I see,
When I look at you,
You don’t see the wonderful person,
Who can’t tell how truly extraordinary they are.
God knew all their thoughts
‘Our side is righteous; our cause is just’ and each group cheered
God knew them all
And as they burned and killed each other
They filled the air with chants of hatred and vengeance
God did not intervene
The screams of the innocents
The broken children’s bodies silent in death
The explosions that rent the air
Does a tree louse look beyond the bark?
Or perceive the wonder of intruding light
Fell the scented breeze
Or touch the sky with upturn of gaze
Would an ant ever stop to wonder why?
It has to work and work
And toil unceasingly with its brothers
Or see the beauty of the ground it walks
I am standing at the crossroads, not knowing what to expect, only the things in life I could not change, I’ll just have to except
God knows my heart, if I have suffered or if I have gained, any sins I have committed, or anyone I have caused pain
When I get to the crossroads, I know God will be there to take my hand, and tell me the worst is over, that my happiness can begin
I know I ‘ll see my mother, she’ll be smiling from ear to ear, she’ll tell me that she’s been waiting for me, as her hand reaches up to wipe my tears
PENNIES
Lately, walking eyes down
to avoid ice and snow
I’ve been finding
pennies,
rarely
nickels and dimes.
I pocket them
without counting
later, drop
them in a jar
and watch the treasure grow.
When I see that stash
I wonder:
had I been looking for the
rainbow’s end
would I have found
my pennies?
do I neglect
the pennies I possess
my days
my loves
my triumphs and sorrows
A rock of courage cascades down a mountain of hope,
Gathering momentum as it rolls over new seedlings of truth,
Antithesizing the stories of agony scripted on wilted paper
It crushes these fetal trees to a pulp,
Milling fresh pages for a new chapter,
A hopeful pair of scissors cuts loose the binding that holds the mistakes of the past.
To be replaced with my lessons learned in this novel called life
How do you let go
Your heart wrapped up like a bow
Memories trapped in my mind
Roads traveled together that wind
Crushing pain that won’t stop
Tears fill my eyes to the top
How do solve this riddle
I’m stuck in the middle
I know it’s for the best
Still I can’t rest