Cut, Peel, and Heal

I don’t need your permission to be sad.

Some days it has to be.

In pain we bring forth life.

In agony,

We feel.

Alone thee,

I will wait for ye.

But solemnly be sealed.

Without the comfort,

Of a warm soul.

The sorrow will devour whole.

So I will wait patiently for one.

Who sees and understands me.

That this must be.

Though not my doing.

That forced into a corner,

Room in.

Due to the world that does surround us.

Forcing us to be.

Making us into something else.

When I just can’t be me.

I’ll wait in the sorrow.

In the darkness of my embittered soul.

tHis towering figure of a man.

Black as night.

And entrenched within.

Like a vampire with no reflection.

His arms surround you within the gloom.

And amid the blackness,

I’ll seize this warmth.

Amid the bright full moon.

And swoon within a mystery.

A beautiful darkness,

Beneath.

 

Feel,

And heal.

And return in strength.

To fight those who would steal.

Our joy.

~   3/8/19

~ CLynn

Just Keep Telling Yourself. . . keep telling yourself... {insert POEM here}

You’ve got to stay focused,

Stay away from the past.

If you stop and stare for too long,

You might stray from the path.

To keep up your head,

There’s a lesson you’ll find.

To work with your hands,

Remain ever divine.

But thoughts that do wander,

Will lead one astray.

Thoughts of what could have,

Thoughts of what came.

But the future is bright now,

If you keep it in mind.

And ahead is the light.

Mustn’t look at the darkness behind.

Keep your head up,

Keep your eyes on the workings.

Don’t see anyone else.

Unless they are a part of the grand scheme.

Climb up the mountain,

But never look down.

Toe to toe,

On the ice.

But leave fear on the ground.

Hover with the wind,

And don’t fear the fall.

Break all the binds,

But don’t stop to ensure that you can.

Grab hold of the night,

Take flight,

Seize the day!

Hammer at something,

Be it mortar or clay…

Put metal to steel,

And the sand to the sheaves.

Thread the needle of doubt,

With the spindles of surety.

Master the plans,

Of a thousand Master’s Plans.

And when you feel tired,

And weary from effort,

You can rest in assurance,

You’ve done all you could labor.

Though,

You may not yet see it.

The end is in sight.

The vision of what you perceive to be right.

A design in production.

A lesson in creation.

A masterpiece,

For every hard-working nation.

Just a piece of the peace,

That will one day control.

Operating to produce,

A new world.

*  -CLynn  *

~ { 1/26/19 }