she was like ]open doors
and [closed windows; she only
closed up the things that
let you l o o k i n .
*{only let you in with shutters drawn and lights dimmed because eyes are the win(dows to the s o ul.}

~

with instinctive
eye she finds
the hollow of the tree,
a place in magic steeped;
and with reach of heart
she lifts out
the stuff of sleepy dreams -
a rainbow-riding unicorn,
an elven-speaking gnome,
an angel in a hurricane.
each speaks to her in tone,
and though each is but a wisp
of what she’s dreamed and wished,
yet each is emblemic,
wholly authentic,
in thought is cathartic
and in mem’ry angelic.
for written words
are the whispers
that speak in the dark;
and poetry the blade
that tears open the heart;
but dreams...
these come from places
held deeply within,
from childhood fantasy
blended with memory;
these are hope’s grief,
tomorrow’s pain,
for answers through loss,
her innermost cry;
her soul searching again,
for it is she that we hear
weeping at night.

~

*post script.

blended thoughts inspired by two grieving mothers -
one’s post of a tree hollow discovered and
another's weeping as she packs up Christmas,
while listening to her lost son’s music.

wishing them each peace, answers that satisfy and... sleep.

[Ive been smoking a lot
and im starting to doubt
if im breathing you in
or smoking you out]

most nights I miss you
but im no longer sure
if the pain that I feel
can ever be cured

its hard to explain what its like to be numb
but its poisoned my mind
like the smoke in my lungs

now my burdens are heavy
they're breaking my bones
its weighing me down
to know im alone

but this sadness is comfortable
and I know what to do
ill collapse into it
like I collapsed into you

Ill let it consume me
and the thoughts in my head
to try and forget
the words that you said

but no matter hard I try
to wash you away
I see smudges of you
on me everyday

[and now I lay like you once did in my bed-
I lie like you
Im lost in your head]