Discernment

Absolutes are not to be believed
conditions multifarious, fluctuating
consider the messenger
weigh the message

Have faith in outcomes
unknowable, in resources
within, follow progression
not digression

Wisdom knows the way.

(Tuesdays, I borrow from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image my own)

Sisterly Love

It’s just a moth, I offered
that blue moon night
rattling windows
chafing nerves

We’d chosen exile –
sister and I – refuge
from family demons,
not ours to claim

Innocence borrows
responsibility – I bore
it like a badge;
she shattered

Could not discriminate
darkness from her own
inner light – sought
to end the fury

I’ll carry us both,
I murmured, too young
to recognize the magnitude –
altruism destined to fail.

She’s buried now
beneath the madness
her mind the moth
slamming against my pain.

(Image my own.)

Viral Madness

Children moan
reflect the day’s gloom

We are virus-cautious
confined indoors

While ‘I-wannas’
buzz at windowpanes

and news feeds mount
the terror – I scream

silently, pray for
uncommon patience

Pause as eagle,
soaring overhead

tips a wing my way
bids me a good day.

(Eugi’s Weekly Prompt is soaring. Image my own)

The Lie

I lied.

The initial seed of disappointment has fermented,
and in the absence of confrontation, grown roots

written sorrowful chapters
conclusion: unworthiness

Why couldn’t I just have said:
I don’t understand
this makes me unhappy?

Where did I learn that prevarication protects
that I alone am responsible for emotions
that I do not matter?

Decades later
I still cannot uproot the weed
the lie remains.

(Image my own)

Passionate

I am woman
questing…

a warrior
slashing bonds
of painful past

an aerialist
balancing strife
with fleeting bliss

a she-reptile
shedding distrust
in vulnerability, growing

I push through
the tangled maze
of personas, seek a truth

that frees my spirit
and roots my essence
into blessed being

For I am woman
with a quest…
striving on…

(Art my own. I call her The Mother Tree)