It's easier said than done.
That thing we call 'love'.
It's even harder to describe.
Words just don't give justice to its pure intensity.
It is so fragile yet it is one of the most powerful thing.
It's easy to speak of 'love'.
It is much, much hard to do 'love'.

Mariette St-Denis
Poem 4
January 2021
#2021mariettepoems

Internal fevers
Invisible flames
Lick my neck

I am a drop
In the ocean
Invisible speck

Burning chest
Save me now
Stare at empty skies

Pretty lies

Give me comfort,
Mother moon
Eclipse me
I dare you

so the dancing dust bunnies gleam
in the soft light of the noontime sunshine
as it smiles down on me through
smudged second-story windows
bringing with it a reminder that even
the most ordinary everyday moments
can sparkle like stars in the midnight sky

“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.

I thought I could soothe
Your unsoothed heart
Now mine is the heart
That beyond repair is.

Now my own unsoothed heart
Says you and so many
Of your unkind kind
Beyond repair are.

As am I, and my heart,
Unsoothed, for now.