Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Examining Scars

I've always liked burns best.

The "cat scratches"
were the easiest to lie about,
but if they hurt enough
the bled too much
and they didn't scar.

While the glide of a razor
was satisfying, it was preceded
by an unpleasant POP
as the blade broke the skin
and again, too much blood.

But the burns
could be obtained accidentally
and the sting went deep enough
to drown out the noise

and they leave the loveliest scars.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

Freefall

It's the feeling you get
when you've just passed the apex
of the rollercoaster
and the drop has just begun
and though they are not yet in full frenzy
you feel the butterflies taking off;

except 
the butterflies 
are in my head

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Chaos

I left the church behind me
when I realized
it could not give me
the peace it promised

I looked to the earth instead
the great mother
such serene
solid rock,

sprouting
trees, tall and strong,
hosting
lakes, placid and deep,
creating
the birds, the fish, life itself,
but then;

quakes and storms
volcanoes and geysers
chaos 
erupting 
like tears
from a mind 
that can't take it anymore

so
maybe peace
is only an illusion

and chaos
is the highest power.

Monday, August 7, 2017

Fa(ith/te)

When I was younger
my little cousin tried to explain
as we sat on metal bleachers,
in an attempt to convert me,

"Faith"
she told me
"is trusting 
these benches 
not to collapse
and throw you to the ground"

I told her

"I don't trust them,
I simply accept that I currently 
live in a reality where
they haven't
yet,
so instead of living my life
trusting that the ground will not
crumble
beneath my feet,
I walk
carefully
brusquely
watching the cracks
watching others walking my direction
prepared for disaster

yet

appreciating

every

single

step

because each step
each breath
is a product of the simple luck
that happens to place my consciousness 
in the exact current of fate's rivers
which hasn't killed me
yet

and to me,
that feels like
truth...
like
freedom"

She looked at the benches we sat on
and breathed
a little
slower
a little 
deeper


and smiled.