crisis
Beyond The Rapids
She is beyond the waterfall crisis and has become the quiet pool
below and beyond it. She is tolerant of each, forgiving of all. She is also
the pure splashing fountain of which she wrote. It rises from her pool as she laughs more frequently than Yellowstone's Old Faithful geyser.
A Breeze of Memory
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
A Faceless Crisis
A face crumbles to the floor
and the question grows
No trace to find the locked door
Within it's secrets, trapped
and soon I will become the silence
Still without an identity mapped
and soon I will become the faceless shadow
Fast to soon slip away
With the colors gone and hollow
To bathe within the crumbles from my face
and the answer departs
Leading to nothing but empty space.
Forever to climb a mountain, a mountain called past
The beast within
Beasts come in many forms,
they can be made or they can be born.
When your strengths become your weaknesses,
This can push gifts toward the worse.
So many questions to be answered
Yet there was no one to turn to.
Uncertainly blocked any progress,
The beast thrashes in return.
Proceeding instability,
Emotions set in quick.
Falsify, or repeat rejection of true self.
Normal normal,
What more could anyone want you to be?
Be quiet, be patience,
Be able to control thy self.
Little pedestal child,
With misunderstood needs.
Craved attention, meaning, and knowledge,
But was left to her own unease.
15 years later...
What? WHAT?!
I've never read about myself in such a fashion.
Overwhelming sensations appear.
Thoughts and feelings become clear,
only to bring on a new fear.
What now? and how?
So many thoughts,
So many steps.
I will make peace with the beast if its the last thing I do.