Tag: #survivor

As a child,

I survived the explosion of dreams

that left hot greasy remnants

dripping down the four-inch squares

of avocado green ceramic tiles,

marring their mirror like shine.



As a grown woman,

I survived the eruption of dreams

that poured down an encasement of hot ash

over all of life’s plans in the moment of diagnosis,

leaving monumental statues of grief.



Thus, I chose to live

where silence drones,

a rumble in the ears.

Nothing left--

a hole, a void

made by echoes

of desires held long ago.



So, I have taken a corn broom

to dance with me

in time to music

only I can hear

to sweep away the dust, the cobwebs,

the fuss of other’s opinions and ideas

of me, my doings, my words.

Yes, from my words,

I shake loose all the years of dust,

the years of ash, the years of grease.

All words, oh, so many words

I never loosed upon the air

to float free upon the winds,

tumbling away, up, around,

then returning once more

to spring up as wildflowers

when things turn to green.



I begin to loose them now,

freed to scatter where they will,

root, spring up where they

find a place to rest.