Haven Of The Fireflies

In the Haven Of The Fireflies

In the haven of the fireflies I will leave you
in a moment only seen by my inner eye:
A darkening glade of winding paths
and ancient benches and swaying trees.
The touch of God in a star lit sky
swirling down all around me,
drawing gasps of beauty from my lips,
incomprehensible amazement
at a creation so simply perfect
I cannot even think to sit
but only spin trying to see it all
not wanting to miss a detail
of the universe
you planted in my mind.
In the haven of the fireflies I will leave you.
This gift I give you,
see me turning in wide eyed wonder
at a world of magic at my fingertips.
I stopped and let you look back at me.
I wanted you to see me there.
I wanted to freeze you there,
capture all the wonder that lives in you
and let it saturate me.
When you can’t find it any longer
remember
somewhere in me lies the haven of the fireflies too.
4-4-17

Photo credit: Ryan Atkins/Flickr

For you

For You

Who have walked beside me

Who have have pushed away my fears

Who have filled my life

with every kind of fun

Who uses his camera and friendship freely

To wipe away both tears and years

And hand me even sun.

Ravishingrebel

For Eric

On his 40th

The Sting of Truth

The Sting of Truth

“Well you've been doing a pretty good job forgetting your name is mom without any help.” - my child

the lightning bolt split my heart

leaving ragged tatters on either side

CRACK

nothing can undo my self loathing

my horrific confirmed certainty

ROAR
that i am a mom

no longer

The Breath Before the Silence

The Breath Before the Silence

It’s just two now

alone in the quiet room

where no one will disturb your words.

Your silences.

You needed this time to come.

Hoped for it.

Waited for it.

Dreaded it.

Dim lights and a soft couch.

Nighttimes gentle soothing touch

for words to powerful too say in the day.

Things that must be said.

That cannot wait for another such night

that will never come in time.

You want to start with something else,

something easier,

but time has already run out

and still neither of you can begin it.

Then both at once the words fall with the tears

and the fears and the hopes and the dreams

and the years and everything in between.

and tomorrow

Tomorrow is wrapped in yesterday like a shroud.

It is sorrow enfolded in thick black lace.

Today is the breath after the scream,

and the breath before the silence.

In the breath the words must be spoken.

It is surreal to arrive here.

You hear so acutely trying to save the sound in your head forever,

taste tears you never wanted,

hold tight to a hand and think that if you just never let go

then maybe?

If only you could hold tight to a soul like you do a hand

this night would be unnecessary.

What passes between you spans a lifetime of friendship

and something deeper and nameless.

Something that knows agony in all forms.

Spent,

still trying to put into words things long silences

defined hours, or years, ago,

a bird begins its song and every bit of pain the universe has to hold

rushes in to snatch the dark screen away,

driving harsh light into shredded souls

that knew this day would come.

Snowfall

Snowfall

Outside dirty curbs, filthy sidewalks,

muddy frozen yards,

garbage cemented to a cold hard world,

the dregs of a season hanging on too long.

The soft fluffy flakes begin to fall,

covering it all in drifts of white.

So beautiful, clean again, deceiving.

Underneath it remains the same.

Her music sounds like snow falling

covering my misery, my agony,

helplessness, hopelessness,

pain, discouragement, despair,

loneliness, purposelessness,

with soft fluffy flakes and gentle drifts of white.

So

So

"Your only obligation in any lifetime

is to be true to yourself."

• -The Messiah’s Handbook

Look at what I see

The box that has captured me

That's where I can breathe.

It had seemed so tight

Just endless demons to fight

Never ending night

I ranted in vain

I spewed hatred and placed blame

Felt myself restrained

I KNEW it was locked

KNEW what they'd say if I talked

KNEW that I was blocked

But

Strength in anger fails

Only so long can you rail

Till your body flails.

In exhaustion I

Fell back with an anguished cry

KNEW that I would die.

Naught there did hold me

A thought occurs suddenly

How big actually

Is this little room?

I think there's light within the gloom

A tiny thought looms

How did I get in?

Did they push me to this bin?

Inside my mind spins

No.

I created it

When I KNEW I couldn't fit

The me they wanted.

Oh it's hard to break

The things we've spent time to make

But it's a mistake

To let them stand strong

Holding us within the throng

I need to belong

As me.

There were things out there:

“We want to see more purple”

She said as I stared.

“Please don't stop talking,

Asking difficult questions

In Bible study.”

“We love when you sing.

You should Cantor more often.

You are a blessing.”

“Keep talking to me

I mean it, it's one of the

Best parts of my day.”

“I so love your hugs.”

“Let's work on the video

While they are sleeping.”

“For Valentine's day?

You planted me sunflowers?

I love love love them!”

“I play it often

And I always think of you”

So Imagine Me

“I have prayed for you

Every time I take a break.”

“I know you'll be ok.”

“So continue to

Work out your salvation through

  Fear and trembling…”

“How many hours?”

“13. You just want me to

Give myself one more.”

“Now you're catching on,

And you know you'll do it too.”

“I hate you.” “I know.”

“I hate when you go.”

“I miss you already too.”

“Driving away sucks.”

“Let me demonstrate.”

The book slammed onto the floor.

“That's how you drop it.”

“You can’t be lost if

You don't care where you’re going.

Cemetery visit?”

“Thirty-eight, so young.

No one should die that early.”

“Yeah? You’re thirty-eight.”

You can't trust your emotions.

Your perception is wrong.

You could never let me down.

You can do it.

I believe in you.

We too know how mental illness feels.

You are stronger than you think.

No Matter What.

You are not alone.
Yes.

The box is bigger than you know? The box is where you can breathe?

No.

Because the box isn't there.

Everything In Your Book May be Wrong.

Perspective

Perspective

If you turned to this page

you’re forgetting that what is going

on around you is not reality.

-Richard Bach

The walls are not real.

The windows are not locked.

It’s the way that you feel,

What you thought when they talked.

The wind holds no malice.

The clouds are not black.

It’s a storm only feared

based on outdated facts.

The pain isn’t certain.

The experience speculation.

The expectations you’ve chosen

just a type of segregation.

Devastation’s just a thought

when you count yourself out.

The silence is false

but you have to shout.

The disease always varies

the effects are uncertain,

the solutions always changing

keep hold of your person.

Think about that.