I didn't want to show you
I didn't want you to try
I can stare at the ceiling for hours
And feel like minutes have gone by
You aren't much to look at
Baby neither am I
I didn't want you to try
I really didn't want you to try

Baby can't you see
It isn't you it's just the lethargy
I can't move my limbs but I can
Move my lips
And I can talk to you
I wanna talk to you

-E (c) 2017

He knows
All my pain
All my struggle
He hears me when
I pray
Believe he'll help me
Lead the way

Work on me lord.

Faced with difficulties
Right in front of the enemy
Dismember my hopes & dreams.
Life ain't ****.
That's when he plants the seed.

Work on me lord.

Sprout out to his name in misery
Crushed by souls in defeat
Let my sprit sink deep.

Our roots are dying.

Work on me lord.

I pray.

For change.

                                              © MH

I could still
hear your voice
echoing in me
even just by reading
your messages.
I wonder if you
hear mine, too.

I wonder if
you could even
remember
how my voice sounds
at all.

I knew a boy once,
beautiful and broken.
He made rules out of construction paper
and lived by others ideas.

I knew a boy once,
who saved birds from annoying teenagers
and despised shoes with a burning passion.

I knew a boy once,
who couldn't swim
and floated on water like he was weightless.

I knew a boy once,
who could swim
and seemed as though he was born from the sea.

I knew a boy once,
who met a boy
and they saved each other.

Love is so fragile, we entrust it to others to keep within their hands like a small,  delicate bird, so easily crushed if the grip is too strong.

(C) Kathleen L. Hicks

My skin no longer fits me;
It wrinkles all about.
And over time it's shape has grown:
This I could do without.

I used to have one "beauty" spot;
Back then they were the rage.
And soon their count grew higher
With each year, as I aged.

The waist that once was tiny
And brought me youthful pride
Has stretched and added inches
That only muumuus hide.

The toes and nails still sit
Securely on my feet.
They now reflect life's journey;
From walks, they now retreat.

My eyes have opened daily
As windows for my brain.
Though growing weaker, spectacles
Correct them and maintain.

By taking in the whole of me
This much I can say:
My body does awaken me
To see another day.

do you see me?
it feels like you're looking at me too
i'd die for just a glance
from those diamond eyes
despite everything
my choice still
will always be you

Listening
to a bird chirping unseen
yet it is not yet spring..
A cold sun illuminates this
February Saturday morning..
A song with passion
appearing as face of Awareness
chirping a message of expectation
it might be said..
If this were said..alas it is wrong..
A fulfillment not then but
Here/Now is cause for this
celebration...