I nudge it gently, with my toe to see if it is still alive, this thing in a heap at my feet that refuses to die.

Friday, July 10, 2009

what I see


I am thinking
to send you away
for your good
or for mine

I want to save you
to catch you
and if I cannot
I want others there
to do it for me

I cannot help myself
but want the best for you
that my money can buy
these days that is not much

But
I will sell it all
for one year of time
for you
I will pay for a lifetime
if it will help you see

I want that magic mirror
for you to look into
so you can recognize
yourself
as potential
as opportunity
because
that’s what I see

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Risk to be open


Squeezing my eyes shut tight,
I would huddle down into bed
between pillows and covers
where I would wait,
holding my breath so as not to make a sound.
I feigned being invisible.

Today in my grown up life,
I continue to squeeze my eyes closed,
huddle under covers and between pillows,
sometimes I hold my breath and wait.
The difference aside from my age is that now
my heart is open.

Scary this thing I must do,
daily the risk to be me,
whole-heartedly and fully me.