healing – Page 2 – One Woman's Quest

Quantity and Quality

Raised in a battlefield
quantity doled out
in abuse, quality
not yet defined

Now I write myself
out of the darkness
each chapter
an uphill climb

Page by page
reconciliation
no shortage of words
value between lines.

(Image my own.)

Rebellion rages in my veins, Dreamcatcher,
so tightly wound I have blocked hope
I want to be good – a good girl –
like that man of God says
but his preaching ways violate
prophecies a cover for sin
and I am so sullied that I fear
love will distain me.

How did I get here, Dreamcatcher
childhood a lost notion –
I try to minister to the past,
but Father’s sermonizing possesses
even in death, his will a barricade
I need guidance to help me emerge

I’m an unreliable navigator, Dreamcatcher,
oppression’s familiar, no high able to release me
suspicion of promises nauseates
I’m tired of facades – good girl facades –
locked in this nightmare
won’t you please help me out?

(For Eugi’s Weekly prompt: dreamcatcher. Art my own)

We Are Clay

Erasing the past –
collecting ash with chopsticks –
infertile practice
embrace, learn, and recreate
we are clay – artist’s magic.

Nature of Age

Evening beckons
sun’s fiery glow
mocks my unrest

I am knee deep
in river’s flow
no more than
sediment beneath
human craving –

Earth’s healing
a welcome touch.

Cracking the Code

Adept at uprooting,
conditioned to follow chaos –
know my place there.

Kindness unsettles –
each ray piercing
cracking the crust

unleashing a prism
both painful and joyous –
legacy of dysfunction.

(Poem from Twitter @Vjknutson. Image from personal collection.)

Midnight Encounter

Midnight
and moon casts an eerie light
shimmers of white-kissed fields

Headlights off,
I pause to contemplate the glow
endless skies here beyond city limits.

A herd of deer graze
ignore the hum of idling motor
celebrate the lunar flood.

What drove me here,
I cannot say; perhaps clouds
relentless in February skies.

Or maybe it was another pull,
a knowing, a grace, calling me
to open spaces – an offering

Surreal this suspended moment
stars dispersing sombre greys
tides of emotion releasing

I am transported,
uplifted, encouraged –
Heaven’s stellar promise.

(Inspired by a midnight ride and Eugi’s Causerie prompt of the week: stellar. Image from personal collection.)

Together, Hope

Aged and well worn –
history and family
have left their marks –
weakness surfaces.

I tug at the imaginary
unravel essential core –
hearts burdened hide
gilded truths

Uncovering, a collaborative task
housing a trove of potential –
optimism and hope within,
always more room for growth.

(Image from personal collection)

Together a Tapestry – V.J. Knutson — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Across the miles, our words convene, threads of our lives intertwining to form a tapestry. Stories of sorrow and kindness, humanity restored – of observation and empathy of inspiration through resonance of brilliance and artistry. Each thread as colourful as another, delicately added, thoughtful musings. Of generations and legacies, misunderstandings contributing to […]

via Together a Tapestry – V.J. Knutson — FREE VERSE REVOLUTION

Archeology

Evolution,
not devolution,
will bring salvation.

Archeology –
the willingness
to forage
in the desert:
multi-layers
of fallout,
aftermaths,
abandonments –
unearthing
fragments,
reconstructing –
meaning,
history,
value –
brings redemption.

(This is a rewrite of a previously published work. Image from personal collection.)

Promised

What life tears apart
nature mends – cyclical flow,
divinely decreed.

(For RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Challenge: rip/mend)
Image from personal collection.

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