Class,
repeat
after me:
I am not
my past,
my mistakes
or my shame
or my sorrow
or my loneliness
or my preferences:*
that's
noise,
crap,
icky
mind
junk.
Let
go!
Put
it­

d

o


w
  
    n*


I
am
all my
glorious
truths, and
idiosyncratic
secrets & stories,
their potential
and beauty.

~Christi Michaels~January 2015~

We could talk about Us
honest, open, kind
find a mid point
that makes sense
for both Our minds
lay out confusion
smooth it out right
no more discomfort
enveloping precious nights
Our puzzle all in pieces
need to reconnect
find the matching patterns
place them back correct
disheartening
so much anger
beneath the day to day
want Our world right again 
make this heart hurt go away.
take a few steps back
embrace a new fresh start
hope for Our future
things come together
not fall apart


Copyright ©  2015 Christi Michaels
All Rights Reserved.

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**make me a cauldron of a witch's
brew•let it bubble and boil...;
simmer and stew• allow the con-
coction to churn•feed it with raw an-
guish and spiteful spurn•whisper my wi-
shes into shady ingredients•scatter them in
to render it potent•stir it wild...with an iron
ladle with a wooden haft•raucous incanta-
tions of a long forgotten craft•...now give
me a vial of the witch's brew•let it
**** me or grant me the gifts
promised in lieu•

And in a slow second
Your lips touched mine
With pressure as soft
As an angel's fingers
Unfolding spring's first rose,
And with skin as soft
As an infant's cheek
Pressed upon his mother's breast.