Calling

The memory of your voice

Is like rushing down a hill

down

down

Down into the very depths of the earth

That I grew from

To dust

From dust

I am dust

I am spirit

I am Patricia

And you called me Patricia.

When you said the most beautiful part of me

Your sound made Patricia

I laughed I cried

I was

I was not

Patricia rose from dust into herself

I have no words for such a phenomenon

to describe how you create a soul

You see it and it is

You speak it and it is

You say Patricia.

Here I am.

Tangled Walls

She smiles with eyes that are hollow and dark

I peer into the deep, eternal canyon

There is hunger that scares me

I'm afraid of her fear
And muted opinions and
Time ticks by

She chuckles 

Quietly wiping the crumbs from her mouth

With one small sweep of the napkin

Her subtly trembling hands

With eyes void of crackling warmth

Obey a quieter voice that speaks nothing

Let me in, let me in!

Tangled walls from her mind maze

Stand irrationally firm

As I push with my power

To bring peace and salvation

To the dying child

Who silently waits to become no more

Her posture is straightened

Her quick comments are practiced

She waits and speaks without error

Dancing and prancing and laughing

Between all my questions

She avoids an unknown terror

And I wonder

What lives in the depth of her eyes?

Oh to explore that dark wonderland,

A private territory space!

But there's no path, no door

What resides in the warren?

Stay away, stay away

She yells from her hallowed ground!

Summoning last amounts of strength

As I approach

She can’t afford to be unsure

Her heart is her own.

A fiery night

He screams
He shrieks
He punches
He kicks
He claws
He crawls

He is an angel
He is a demon
He is a creature
He is my son

How does one mother an animal
Whose only instinct is to hunt, run, or hide
From terrors that are unclear

It cannot be reasoned with
It will not allow rescuing
It will not hear blessings, only curses
Whose body was built to endure fire and torment

Crossing into his world
Can only stab my chest
As I watch my once-newborn
Mercilessly devoured by searing flames
Under a cruel ruler's order
The beast has had his fill

His mouth drips with the blood of my children
My heart turns to stone as I desire one thing
His punishment

God give him the justice that he deserves
Train him to stop feasting on innocence
And consuming the little hope in my son
That I have toiled for

Breathwork

A breath
In
Pause
Out

In
Heartbeat
Out

Another thought
In

Out
Emptiness

Can't keep
In

Going like this
Out

To lift my body with energy
In
Needs less air
Out

To believe that things will get better
In
Needs more
Out

Maybe I should let Him
In
breathe for me
Out

On Fierce Reality

Another day to look at reality
in its fiercest form
A devouring lion
A relentless hail that pounds
across my already bruised face.

Fresh, raw, and crazy
Sanity runs quicker than I
Cannot keep up
Cannot reach beyond my already outstretched fingers
to briefly at moments glance her strands
of hazy hair

Reality,
the strongest dream that I awoke from
If only I could control that phantom
which only appears in the darkness
to do my bidding
instead of depending upon it for my very life

Hope can disappoint
Dreams are by nature, fleeting
They roar and crave
Ever consuming and never satisfied
Mercilessness in it's cruelest form
like reality.

Oh let me be awake and this nightmare depart!