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Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
To relate to suffering
is to understand
the heart of the world
to write of it
becomes the union of humanity
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I want to dump the junk
hurl the hassle
and know for sure
it’s nothing more
than ancient garbage
hanging heavy
on my shoulders
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
All my life
I’ve endured a weight of exclusion
never the one who can
always the one who can’t
never the one with
but constant without

Standing afar
a stranger
in a whirl of happening
where my would be
never could be

The birth of desire
gifted in grief
ability almost visible
but before my hands could grasp
the thief came to steal
crushing me down

It’s time to wipe the memory
shake my head and say “no”
that I will submit and agree
to every thought declaring
“this is who you are”

This is the end
of the exclusion road
a termination for the could or would
no more stranger
wishing from afar
the negative rejected
because in these days
I truly can
and I know I will

Exclusion
where are you now?
Your mighty weight
has been discarded
from my fortified bones
the embellishment of your name
erased
from my beautiful skin
today
my revolution is real
Inspired by the realization of how my thinking had been affected, in a way 'infected' subtly laced with thoughts of ‘I can’t’.
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
I'd be consoled
for rain to fall on my face
because right now
I feel nothing
about anything

Soaking wet
in a rainstorm
might wash me clean
and maybe tomorrow
I’ll feel again
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
We were perfect
we ran fast
our hands fused in love
I reflecting you
you enhancing me
until we got drunk
on bitter wine
and tasted the sour day
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
Everyone knows
a flower has little time to parade in glory
all good things must end
now the leaf has at last let go
it’s sunny days have become
as the final chapter of a good book closing
red berries hold on
and listen to whispers on the breeze
this final stage is not as it seems
because bleakness is granted permission
to paint in harshness for a few short days
so let it colour with untamed rust
leaves lost to the ground
and sweep smoky trails across the sky
because this is the great alteration of shades
and all living things know
even the end shall pass
let the old make way for the new
Suzy Hazelwood Nov 2014
It fails me
why I persist in using the word
hope

It hangs in the background
waiting
for my inevitable bad luck
ready
for the opportunity
to be of service

It promises much
yet grants so little

I hope for rain
then hope it won’t
I hope we’ll meet
and hope we don’t

I hope for love
then wish it gone
I hope for the future
but fear
there might not be one

I hope there’s a God
and all my fears of him
being a legend
are so not true

I look around
look up and beyond
I don’t see or feel a **** thing
but a heavy sky
and the rotten company
of my desolate heart

Hope is like
blowing out candles
ignoring the obvious
taking a stab in the dark
on a childish wish

Who started this hope thing?
Who taught me this?

When I get to the point
of being sure
there is no God
that hope is
essentially hopeless
I think it’s time to let go
but again
I refuse the path
towards the end is nigh
and precede
down the curved lane of hope
forever the seeker
that one of these days
I’ll discover genuine desire
the sweet fruit of faith
and hope
that becomes substance

Hope sticks
hope is going nowhere
simply because
without it
I would be nothing
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