Stacy Finnigan

Stacy Finnigan Dec 2012

I don't think it's my turn to apologize.
I do that too much.
I don't think it's my turn to ask questions.

Or analyze or be
insightful or
in any way try to heal what feels broken even
if it's actually fixed.

I'm tired of fixing things and
of wanting to fix them.

I will make another attempt just so it's
clear, it's clear what I intended to convey.

After that, I'm done.
After that, I'll live in peace and hope
that one day along comes
a man who's man enough
to let me be a woman.

In truth. In beauty. In goodness.

Stacy Finnigan Jan 2012

Walk Away

you walk away
(from me)
i walk away
(from you)

simple.
normal.
expected, even. but.

every time you walk away
(from me)
every time i walk away
(from you)

(i fear that) i might
never see you again.
(i fear that) i might
never see you again.

i can't imagine
living with that tension
in forever's form.

(if only) you saw
and knew that you are Seen.
(if only) you knew
and understood that you are Known.

simple.
glorious.
miraculous, even. but.

Stacy Finnigan Dec 2011

Damsel

i want to be done.

i want to be held.
by you, or you.
and some days
i only give the smallest **** which.

come on, one of you.
both of you.
be men, have tough conversations.
instead of tough reputations and soft hands.

just to have some certainty.
to know the difference
between my imagination and
your affections.

i am not altogether transparent
but you can see my hurt,
or desperation. whichever.
it's in my eyes the same as it's in yours.

we share demons, we three.
but you two, you hold
a sword each.
so slay them and save me.

or leave me.

Stacy Finnigan Nov 2011

Frontier

is this a cruel thing to celebrate,
this severing of ties?

not when those ties were chains
and those chains ghoulish.

melodramatic? certainly.
overly so? of course.

hello, i'm female.
it's what we do.
sensationalize.

because we want to
be the prize and be prized.

and we want to know
that the west is wild and won.

and we want ties, ties
to our own ghosts and not hers.

they are the same they are, ghastly,
but ours are familiar to us
and so seem fairer, lovelier, no?

no?

they are not.

they are only cruel, ghostly, ghastly.

Stacy Finnigan Nov 2011

the-one-thing-I-want-to-say-but-won't-even-though-it's-true

I told you so.

Stacy Finnigan Sep 2011

merciless, miraculous, me.

someDays all i want to
see is
someThing bigger than
myself.

i Was made for
the mountains
and They were made for
me.

that's Not true.
i Was made
for
the Maker of them.

the One who supplies
all Life and
good and truth
and Beauty.

yes, He is.
he Is love and lovely
with passion
and Deep wells of artistry.

everyThing he makes
is Expression and expressive
part of whole
yet I am different, says he.

highEr than mother nature
i Am daughter
of king of kings
prinCess, heroine.

i Look into the merciless
mirRor and see that
indeed
i Am something bigger than myself.

Stacy Finnigan Sep 2011

Weekly/Weakly

this is my
plan.
goal.
dream.
hope.

but it's not
a likely truth.
a certain happening.
a probable occurrence.
a 99.9% chance.

to write poetry
by every saturday night.
by the end of sevens.
by midnight sunday morn.
by calendar's separation anxiety.

this week it
seems i've nothing to compose,
seems i've naught to present.
seems i've everything to ponder.
seems i've everything to hunger.

perchance next week
it will rain.
it will shine.
it will prime.
it will rhyme.