Poetry

A Shower

Pale white-rimmed, glass lantern

Hanging over aqua-blue seas

Smooth, blush-colored candle,

Unlit, awaiting it’s potential

Accompanied by the soft, full bloom

Of iridescent-colored petals

Waiting for me.

 

White lace that clings and shapes

Diamonds that settle comfortably

Atop of collarbones

White, heeled shoes that clack

Excitedly against tiled floor

Pacing, anxiously awaiting

The arrival of guests.

 

Last weekend was my bridal shower and everything felt like a wonderful dream. I was beyond blessed by my family and friends. The decorations were lovely, the games a blast, the food delicious, the gifts generous, and the company priceless. I hope to always remember it as it was, a wonderful day. 

My best advice to any bride out there who is dealing with the stress: be sure to put aside your expectations on big days and simply focus on being in the moment to enjoy it. Things will always go differently than we planned (but that is not always a bad thing). If you are anything like me, you will plan and plan and plan and plan and plan. There’s nothing wrong with being a planner, just remember that on that day to let go of your plans and let it be. With that attitude, I was able to truly and entirely enjoy my Bridal Shower completely, even when things did not go exactly according to plan.

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Poetry

Invisible Illness (IBS Awareness Month)

Heat builds and burns just beneath the surface of my skin

And yet, you feel nothing

“It’s in your head,” you say, meaning to be reassuring

Not understanding

Skin feels pulled too tight over sharp bones

That strain against

Prison walls built of sinew and boiling blood

That freezes over

Shooting a chill through the body, creating fog

That blinds and confuses

“Focus,”

you snap fingers that don’t feel

Stiff and broken

Within wary-weary veins rages a battle leaving behind

Battered corpses of my cells

But it’s internal this battle and you only see

The physical

I lift up these skeletal hands costumed in flesh

To apply blush

Over dead skin, move these lips to form words,

“Smile, pretty girl, don’t make a sound

They can’t and don’t

Want to see

Your pain.”

 

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Poetry

Separation Anxiety (A Poem)

Looking forward

His hand in mine

And I’m soaring

But I feel that slight

Tug at my heel

As I look back at the past

I look back at the relationships

That ultimately must change

And I feel my wings flutter and fold

Struggling to stay

airborne.

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Poetry

Waiting (A Poem)

I’m waiting

For you

For a blue sky

Reflected on an azure lake

I’m waiting for you

For a walk down the aisle

Lined with pale pink petals

And rusted lanterns

With flickering lights

I’m waiting

For you

For the first dance as you

Swirl me about the wooden floor

As layers of lace and tule

Twirl about our bodies

I’m waiting

For the words

That proclaim our everlasting love

For the kiss

That seals our dedication

For the tearful send-offs

And then

Dimmed

Lights.

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Poetry

A Wrong Diagnosis

A prognosis of three years

That turned into three months

That changed to three weeks

Ended Abruptly.

This month would have been my Papa’s birthday and his wedding anniversary. I miss him so much.

Love you Papa.

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Poetry

Rising

Wounded

I am wounded.

Pierced by words

That impale, sharp as glass.

Fractured

My confidence is factured.

Struck by phrases

That strike, hard as a hammer

Rise.

I will rise.

A Phoenix

Still smoldering and covered

In my own ashes of defeat

I will

Rise.

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Poetry

Making Home

Freshly painted walls,

The smell still lingers,

Recently pierced to hang

The memories of our lives.

Our first home

Slowly, but surely,

We are transforming a space

And turning it into the place

Where you come home and

I get to greet you with a kiss

Where we stand side-by-side

To create dinner and wash dishes

Where we spend long nights

Watching movies and holding

Each other close.

Just happy to be

in a place that we call

home.

 

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Poetry

Yearning

Ice

Frozen Over

Hard, Packed Dirt.

Forming an Impenetrable Roof

That Forces Me Down, Forces Me To Remain

I Crack and From Within Sprouts a Tender Root

That Demands, Insistently, to Break Through That Roof

I Am Pushing, Yearning, Propelling Through the Dirt,

Asserting My Presence. I Will Not Be Ignored. I Will

Not Be Held Down and Smothered. With One

Last Shove, I Break Through and Find the

Ground Damp Not Solid, the Air

Warm Instead of Chilled. I

Stretch Toward the Sun,

My Small Arms Raised

in Salutation. I am

Spring.

 

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Poetry, Uncategorized

We Build Up These Walls Between Us

Brick by brick, the wall rises and looms

Didn’t we just tear it down?

Mortar, brick, stone, gravel, and dirt

Piled on top, higher and higher

Building the wall back up

Didn’t we just tear it down?

Why is it that every time we clear the rubble,

Every time we can finally reach each other across no-man’s land,

When our hands can finally touch,

Why is it, then, that you decide to start rebuilding

Your damn wall?

And why is it every time the wall is rebuilt that you call for my help to tear it down?

And why am I pulling on my gloves?

Why am I grabbing my shovel?

Why am I so willing to break my bones and see my blood run

Just to help tear down a wall

That you will just rebuild?

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Poetry

Again

I cried again for you today

She didn’t know, you see?

She didn’t realize that you had passed.

So I had to talk about you again

About your pain and your passing

And I cried again

But I cry for me, not you,

And I cried less today then I did the time before

So maybe the next time

I’ll cry even less.

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