I put it up high, deep and away
Packaged perfectly, safe and sound.
Maybe I muse, for when I am old and grey
without whispers of howling hound
Set up, displayed in plain sight.
Perhaps, when I feel less bound
Where weeping had not longed the previous night
Until then the the walls in my head start to pound
That box - is for opening on a stronger day
One day when I do not feel I must fight
I need to keep my eyes open, my mind active - if I may.
When my eyes adjust to the dawning light
That box is for someone else stronger - I again say
A wiser wandering woman, still wounded but around
I keep heavy lids open with all of my might
That box holds every new mistake I have found
It holds every fear and all of my plight
Buried in every burden that ground me down
Where is the wise woman who has love,
who does not have constant need to be right.
With tempered tongue not fire from the heavens above
I can not sleep yet... Please.. I am awake, please stay
I am not ready to rest yet, to smash into the ground
This is too heavy for me to speak yet - so instead let's play
Let's talk of nothings - in games where winners are uncrowned
Games of questions, with no answers just wings, prayers and tears
With words that are only seeming profound -
Shedding hate while seeking to take back the years
Replaced with something quite quiet, in sight
Speak aloud with laughter - letting go of all wasted fears
Let the love cradle warm and rock you tight
We are all matter asking if we matter, or what is the matter - I guess
What is the difference between being cursed, cured or blessed?
What is the difference between peace, and finding rest?
Will this life I live always make me feel like a guest
Upon a stage in a play where I do not know my own name?
Could we just. regress, or merely digress?
Please, could we close our eyes and play a different game?