the in between
as we
grow and learn
no one speaks of life’s
longest season
limbo
both
silent and powerful
but
frustrating and agonizing

i evaluate
past friendships
in my mind
a vault empty
scattered trinkets
of memories
was any of it
real
did I learn my
lesson

will you stay
until the end?
my fear is
loneliness

these days
and nights will
take flight
but my connection
to my
spirituality
intuitively i know
we will
be alright
I’ll cherish the day
I won’t go ashtray

the ego, sometimes it feeds
sometimes it bleeds
which leads me to
self serving
ways
but it’s not
the soul connection
i yearn for
i bleed
or write for

LIKE A COMMON POPPY, WOMEN IN MY LINEAGE ARE MEADOWS,
SELF-SEEDING THERE OWN MEADOW AROUND THEM,
ONLY NEEDING RAIN

LONG LINE OF ABUSE, BETRAYAL, ABANDONMENT,
FROM MOTHER TO FATHER, MEN TO WOMEN
PARENTS ABANDONING, CHASING YOU DOWN,
YOUR MOTHERS FLEETING, SHE IGNORES YOU

SIPPIN ON WINE BOTTLES,
GIRLS WHO WANTED A FAMILY WHO LOVED,
APPRECIATED THEM AND WHO WOULD PICK THEM FROM THE GARDEN.