one lovely voice whispers in my ear and scares all the heaviness away.


- LynnAA

It is heartwarming, being aware of all the stones, knowing they are getting heavy in your becoming-frail hands.
They are stones, no matter how beautiful they are and I carried them for a long while. But I have decided to let them down, one by one, until my hands soften, until my hands are again empty to welcome lightness, to welcome a soft cheek, soft hair, thick eyebrows. To draw the edges of lips, a jawline, an earlobe. To hold a nape, a chest and hands that, I believe, fit into mine.
They will become so light that I'll be able to close all the buttons on the back of my dress.



- LynnAA

Old habits,
peculiar and
harder to break.

Anyway I take a moment
to organise these thoughts
thinking that nobody cares

I carry a haversack
black
strapped across my shoulders
to fit neatly into
the small of my back.

I could
lighten my load
but
why would I ?

They don't make millstones like they used to
and mine has been ground down to dust.

I carry it anyway
through each day like
a trophy
as if to say,
'Look at me'

they don't see the dust
only the haversack

Allow me my love to lift you up
Through the best and worst of times
With mountains beyond these foothills
Arm in arm we both will climb

Don't mind the daily pressures
That tend to come from every side
Or the weight of the situation
As you are heavy on my mind

At the turn of every tunnel
Though dim there is a light
Helps in keeping focused
In never losing sight

If you can count on anything
It's the true love of my might
No matter the weight of the rainy days
You are heavy on my mind

Life can be counted off in seconds
In its maddening rush of time
If along the way there are no lessons
Consider it a crime

Don't make light of the situation
Or of the chains that bind
You are the mix inside of the making
As you are heavy on my mind