Not So Hard

I don’t need you
To be soft
Just strong enough
To tell me
I make you weak
To know
There is courage
In exposing fears
And trust
I can love you
Like that

 

© 1-24-2012 L. Ashwood

Can

They will call you Impossible
When they don’t understand;

They will label your Unique

‘Weird’

‘Abnormal’

And ‘unable to occur’,

Even as you stand before them
Your breathing existence
Proving them wrong
Challenging their quo
Changing the status of their world
And bending their rules to breaking
They will deny your possibility

Write a song

Write yourself a song

An ode

With symphonic crashes

Vibrant trumpets

And wailing stringed instruments

Trauma Unit

Like a recovering amnesiac
I get vivid flashbacks:

Triggers
Like a shot to the head

I feel:

Like a survivor
In a burn unit
That much more hesitant
To light fires

Warm.Arms.Hold.Me

There is little I love more

Than to rest my hand

In the warm crevice

Between your arm

And your body

Afraid

You stand afraid.

 

Afraid to lose

But even more

Afraid to win

 

Afraid to fall

And afraid to stand

Self Censored

Shut your mouth!

Don’t you dare speak!

Don’t you dare/ utter a peep.

You might hurt someone,

With those powerful words

Speaking the truth

According to you

Speaking your mind

Representing yourself

Come/ on

And shut all up

And censor yourself.

We made poetry

Some people make love
Some people make do
But you and me
We made poetry

Careful

Careful
How you handle that heart
That bleeding, breaking thing
As strong as it is
It is fragile in your hand
In the hand entrusted to cradle it
Care it
Carry it

I admire your strength

I admire your strength:

The way you know what you want
And take it,
The way you make up your mind
To make it,