Why am I so proud of you?

I am proud of you every day.
Despite your sore and tired body,
  you put your all into each day.
You do so much to be the wonderful mom you are
You work hard to make it all happen.
Each day I see a little more of what you go through
Each day I see a little more of what you've been through,
   the scars and breaks of the past.
Each day I want to love you more than enough to heal.
Each day I see your smile, hear your laugh.
Each day I hear the sweet music of you heart.
Each day I get to hear your lovely voice.
I see a little further into your ever changing eyes.
Each day I love you more,
   more than any obstacle that might get in the way,
   more than any hurt either of us have had in the past.
I love you more.
I am proud of you each and every day.

You hurt me

You hurt me.

I was small, unknowing.
You were strong, older.
You called yourself family.
You had one thing on your mind,
I needed to get away.
I cried, you did it anyway.
Innocence scarred.
You acted like nothing ever happened.
You abused me.

You ignored me.

I came to you to tell you,
I trusted you.
You told me I was lying.
I broke.
You said family don't do that.
Humiliated.
I walked away. Again.
You abused me.

I withdrew

The visits continued,
I made excuses.
No where was safe at home when you visited.
Chastised for absence,
I didn't care.
I wasn't the only victim.
But I was not the protector.
You abused me.

I never forgot

The years passed by.
Scars remain, reminder never gone.
I survived.
I hope you touched no others, I fear you did.
I'm 'ok' now but I needed help.
It took some work.
You have no power.

A Widows Heart

Grief erupts in to a widows world. With the force untold of volcanic action, it's burning lava upon the cheeks. Scars of loss etched upon a heart, embattled and weak, she makes it through. Dark nights of day pass by, lifts slowly the dim inky fog, revealing the glimmer of star light bright, cherished memories bring light each day. A widow's heart is a special place, when once again love finds her. Stretched and flexed, her heart becomes, space for two she finds. One that remains as memories, for the love that didn't die, long gone the bodily vessel, as pain and grief subside, asymptotically. And one that grows day by day, new memories made, new stars to shine, cherishing anew, moments special. Her heart expanding, more love to give, exponentially.

Jayden

My friend Jayden died last night
He hung himself
The prison of his body's she
he could take no more.
His parents enforced his she
condemned he felt

My friend Jayden died last night
He hung himself
His limp body suspended
The rope taught
The darkness of the night
Shrouding his last moment
The chair kicked out
His darkness at an end

My friend Jayden died last night
He hung himself
My efforts not enough
I tried. I failed.
So much more that coulda shoulda,
we all failed him

My friend Jayden died last night
He hung himself
I lost a friend.

Soul, and heart

many lives lived
many lives experienced 
yet one soul life

to help she returns
time and time again
her body chosen
to parents born
lessons to be learnt 
content and anti-content
before she does her work

at last she becomes one with rhe mind
nudging it along over the years
things to be unlearnt
books to be read
people's truths to assimilate
places to experience
things to be remembered
from many lifes 
like snippets of conversations
heard at a distance 
ideas placed on the tip of her brain
released when needed

dreams given
helping her mind along
the crossroads of decisons confirmed 
her future secure

the glimpse of our dance she sees
colours like the arura
rainbow and beyond
we twist like double helixes
exploding in light
the universe our dance floor
our bodies and minds, friends
conscienceness, our thing
love, our reason

Pray

Your body pained, no peace to find.
Sleep elusive, spins your mind.
Your mood, destroyed.
Your energy, taken.
Frustrated, defeated.
Tapped out, broken.

Once more, to sleep you try.
For your peace, I pray.
Of you mindful I stay, quiet.
Nothing else I can do.
Your pain I feel.
For your healing, I cry.