Poetry Gives Me A Voice

 

Someone opened my eyes and led me to allow my voice to speak new truths

Fears

 

The fear of loss.

The fear of disapproval.

The fear of more illness.

The fear of the unknown.

The fear of failing others.

Grips strangle and stifle

every fragment of who I am.

I need the calming spirit

of the trees.

I need the birds to sing a

tender lullaby.

I need the air and sky to

soothe my sight.

I need to listen more intently

to the whispers of angels.

Then the fears will dissolve,

and peace and miracles will

become my comfort.

 

Memories and Reality

 

Once upon a time,

I jumped out of bed,

ran, hurried, scurried

and began my day.

Now, upon this time,

I gingerly walk

as my body plays a

symphony of

sound effects.

From toe to head

the stiffness ensues.

During my cup of tea

I heat up and become

less stiff.

When the smoothie is empty,

I am ready for ankle exercises.

Then while icing, I begin

vocal, tongue, and swallowing exercises.

Once upon a time seems like a hundred years ago

My Hole

 

There is a hole,

I peek into,

sometimes daily.

I walk around it.

I am sometimes avoiding its existence.

I see it wax and wane,

depending on life’s challenges.

I know it will be there

forever,

so I’ve stopped trying to re-fill it with

nonsense.

As with the other holes,

I will fashion a nice little fence

around it.

It reminds me of love,

but safe from falling in.