Thursday, September 15, 2016

My Pieta


Where a part of your soul has lost a limb,
an awkward and hallow gait,
a phantom of fulfillment,
haunts the memory of
journeys once shared.

Such limbs can not be replaced,
only buried under new joys...
if luck prevails

Today I held a tear,
as remembrance surfaced
of once shared mirth.

I held the wound,
my pieta
and thought of you.





My Pieta


Where a part of your soul has lost a limb
an awkward and hallow gait
a phantom of fulfillment
haunts the memory of
journeys once shared.

such limbs can not be replaced
only buried under new joys
if luck prevails

Today I held a tear
as remembrance surfaced
of shared mirth

I held the wound
my pieta
and thought of you.





Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Get Off Script



It is easy to forget..
That without Conscious Effort
Even our inner dialogue
is scripted...