She does not lose well
will not forget
It will haunt Her
avorite Pencil
Tip Softened
Just So...
A Paw pushed it
Somewhere to a Secret Spot
Out of Vision
Her Reach
A Peice of Paper
Elusive, Yet there...
Lodged Deep Amidst
A Stack
of Most Important Things

She does not Lose Well...

Not in terms of Games or Competition..
But the things in Her Life
That Envelop Her World.
Tough, Scrappy,
Beautiful
Oh-So Tender
Holding all things Dear
Close to Her Heart

Loss is a Place of 
Deepest Contemplation
Her Memories
Are Alive
Vibrant..
Stay with Her
Immense Joy
Her Deep Well of Sadness
A Cachet of Stories
Reverberate
Expanding Outward
like Ripples in a Pond.

She does not Lose Well

The Creatures and People
That are Immersed
In Her Life
Even One Pulled Out
Leaves
Like a Building Block
A Tear
A Gap
A Hole in Her life

She does Not Forget
Or Minimize the
Pertinance of
Freindship
Love
A Moment that has
Touched Her Heart

When it is Time for
The Loss
The Breaking of Her Heart
Can be Felt through
Time
Space
Filled with Divine Wisdom
She is Able to See
All Aspects at Once.

The Purpose
The Moment
Becomes Filled
With Rainbows of Light
She will Bathe in that Beam...
Helps Guide Them Home
Knows Intuitively

She Trusts in the Divine
Finding There Solice
Amidst the Flutterings 
of
Her Tender, Broken Heart.
Grief Shrouds Her
A Mystical Shawl
A Veil that Holds her Dearly
till the Pain
Becomes at Least Bearable..

Then She will
Begin
To Tell Her Stories
Once Again.

Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved

~ somewhere along the tendrils of time ~*

In a not too far, not too distant past
I was spinning daily my alternate reality overlapping the real world daily
just to get by.

Why? you might ask
oh, sweet friend
I like the magic of pretend
the muted grey of everyday
I could not play
I found it way too boring.

I spoke a tongue all my own
I reveled till my mind was blown
by what my eyes could see.

Goosebumps would prickle my skin
as my dance would begin
from mourning to morning
I'd spin and spin ~

I left the Earth beneath my feet
In an instance
I knew her secrets complete
I felt a touch of divinous power
I rose much taller than the tallest tower

Until the day it became too much
I couldn't sustain this unearthly rush
electrical circuits began to fry
I had no one with whom to cry

I would not make it another day
I had to choose to walk away
My ethereal realm, I could not stay
but that's okay for still I roam
on grounded Earth I call my home.