Something

There is something in the rhythm

something in the movement

something lingering

something fowl

yet still loved

to have to hold all this in

to have to hold it at all

something deeper than grief

something holier than rage

something older than war

something

must be

done

Challenge

If I'd known...

Donellie

“Had Me At Hello”

If I’d known the way ththe heart would crack and claw before breaking, the way the echo of it’s screams would linger into a lifetime. You wouldn’t have had me at hello and goodbye would have meant nothing

Donellie

And how does betrayal cross the road?

With clitched fist and jaw.

With wild eyes and a victim’s heart beating to an irregular tune of all the vows in “not my fault”

Donellie

The Pain.

I was supposed to find something here. There was supposed to be something meaningful tucked away in a spot so obvious yet so over looked and then one day I was supposed to look up and see it. See that meaningful, tucked away, obvious thing. Instead all I have is a fist full of anger and heart that hears the word unconditional and thinks, break. Thinks pain. Thinks, sacrifice. Sacrifice....sometimes same word as offering.

My heart hears the word offering and thinks, greedy hands. Thinks, stolen. Thinks men who came in with smiles and left out with clitched teeth and locked jaws.

I swear it was supposed to be simple...but the pain, the pain complicated everything.

Donellie

I see the whole sky from here. Feel the whole world in your touch.

There's so much pain in that.

Donellie

Ash

You set fire to all we were and then resented me for the ashes.

Me, to busy choking on the smoke to notice the burns but still feeling the pain.. Everywhere, always.

You say women are in charge of ritual. And so I spread the ash in circles, spear it all over the walls of doubt.

Can you build a bridge out of ash?

Can you light the way with ash?

Can you rebuild a man with ash?

Donellie

Writer’s Block

There's a poem somewhere in all the sadness...

I just can't seem to find it.

Donellie

I keep your secrets

Tucked under my resentment.

Donellie

It's odd thing, the damage being lied to does...

Donellie

Link

I had disappeared into the nighnight and came back to find no new silence. This link still pulls me in your directiondirection; you already knew that though. Didn't you? You feel it too. Or maybe you're creating it?