The Emotional Tilt

 The gut wrenching hope

of moving on.

Saying so long,

finding peace

among chaos.

The Emotional Tilt

toward acceptance

gives grief

the opportunity

to be set free.

We Are Two

 The cairns of stacked conditions

can take the weather of storms, lightning,

 wind and rainy waters.

It’s humanity that fumbles in without

a care and dares

to topple its own creation.

But we, We Are Two,

the wee and the few

who edify what we embody

with the willingness

to wreck anything in our way.

Add one to the stack,

I’m behind you, I’ve got your back

as I hand you another

piece of stony enlightenment.

The earth gave us all we needed

to tower up and be receded.

The Chameleon Cue

 I want to be amazed.

I want my thoughts provoked.

To relate

to state the truth of matters.

Whether brutally honest

or boldly kind. . .

I want to stand out again,

I want to change.

The Chameleon Cue

of kaleidoscope consideration,

but my soul, it has no self-control.

Oh ye of little faith;

you know I can calm the sea,

clear your lungs from drowning waters,

and make a bit of bread feed the multitudes.

But God they said to me,

my faith, it wasn’t free.

I’m asking you, what’s the cost?

Because there’s nothing I have lost.

What is it but a bit of jealousy?

The envious green hue

of the sick, sad and blue?

And I could say I loved

you any way, any day.

Wouldn’t change you,

wouldn’t save you.

Just hoping for your happiness,

peace, tranquility, stability.

Did you hear me?

I said I wouldn’t change you!

But me,

that’s a different story.

I’m Simply Too Old

 Oh how I wish I could be

somebody else,

in someone else’s shoes.

With a better voice,
a better view. . .

More compassion,

wish I’d been through

what you’d been through.

Oh how I wish I could see

all the things you’d seen.

Wish I could relate, but I’ve been told

I’m Simply Too Old

to understand the sad demand

to be understood.

Oh the irony,

my whole life

has been the strife

of a disabled housewife.

Are you sure I’m the one

who doesn’t understand?

Honestly, it’s tough to tell.

But I can feel our disconnect

in the loudest silence I’ve ever heard.

It’s interesting how the years

show age discrimination.

One day they say you’re too young,

the next you’re too old.

It’s so funny how I’ve never told myself

“I can’t”

in the face of complication.