Inspired by What do you see #275
fiercely protective
you are always there for me
wholly accept me
Many years passed before I understood what loving someone meant to me. Having been shaped by two people (and most likely – no, definitely – the third in my immediate family, too), it took the birth of my first child to understand this most basic lesson I should have been privy to during my formative years. Once understood, I was committed to being the kind of person who also deserved love.
Inspired by Reena’s Xploration Challenge #323 &
Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Resplendent
how
can one
not absorb
the reflections
of the world’s resplendent diversity
Inspired by Moonwashed Weekly Prompt – Magical Village
& Reena’s Xploration Challenge #301
it wasn’t a magical village after all
more fright than folly
of the thirteen doorways, wolves behind them all
flawed humans
same as every other place
the grass really isn’t greener over there
i guess i’ll just tend my garden here
non-box-fitting
controversial societal sore thumbs
always feeling
the railing whispers
on the lips of the normies
for a supposed free society
the “i’m minding my own business” crowd is thin
almost non-existent
loudly proclaiming what’s alleged as right
wouldn’t it be wonderful
if this worldly space
desired to hold us all in love
Redux
Life sucks, sometimes.
Get used to it. Seriously.
You want a good outlook?
Accept that life sucks, sometimes.
Move along…
Originally published 9/14/2018 on I Write Her.
Acceptance and negligence are opposing behaviors; may we always have more of the former and none of the latter.
let us be by George Ellington
It is the shrillest voice that cries me
descend unto these depths,
my ancient love so high.
Only you could tempt the gravest
follies of me braving galaxies
to set foot once more on earth.
You have taught me so endearing much
about the beauty of the here and now
when my soul grieves at me.
I have so egregiously despised this me
being but this and now and dull
and longing ever to be more.
Yet somehow you feeling perceived
a me worth knowing beyond
my ever above crying soul.
I still cannot say that I understand why,
but trusting in the fullness of you,
I am ready to say yes, let us be.
Very much alive by Candice Louisa Daquin
My mother haunts me from the periphery of each day
though thankfully she is far from dead
in fact, luminescent and bright like an opal ring
inhabiting living more than I have ever mastered
her premature ghost has inched around my life
like frosting on a stale cake
a ghost I created out of need and longing
losing before you have lost
missing before you have the words
my mother who is distance and fog
perhaps why, when I squint now
I don’t see far, never far enough
she has always been just out of reach
and I, always aching, for her regard
sometimes it is not trauma or car wrecks
causing us to hemorrhage
but the standing absence of people who are
very much alive
young
everything in between and old
face challenges
because life is hard
wrestling with new circumstances
fighting off the elements
or facing our inadequacies
it’s all hard
the sweetness of a day
momentarily interrupts the savagery
nestle into those pockets of goodness
because life is nothing if not hard
accept the consequences of living
ride out those storms
and delight in the journey
but hold fast, there will be bruises
in the darkness
the din of agony
i still dance
life is to be celebrated
in adversity
the direness of circumstance
i still dance
life is teaching me something
in the face of the inevitable
creeping ever closer or unexpectedly
i still dance
life isn’t over yet
in acceptance
i know my fate
i still dance
yet my life will end
i take your beautiful
colorful hands
being your ally
a connector
rather than a divider
only acceptance and love
for a changing world
nature seems to experience acceptance
far greater than the average human
the cards they are dealt just are
no rebuttal or strain
calm and peace
acknowledged and lived
just like strife and undue unrest
it’s the ebb and flow of life
can humanity just realize that too
go with the flow
get there without interruption
their brain cells just chillin’
is it really too much to ask
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