He built a cage for her out of the bones of their own children,
And how little and compliant she seemed inside it,
Toiling away at imagined responsibilities,
The demons in her mind were all to willing to listen to his,
And his slothful habits never ceased to give her something to do,
A distraught mind and overworked body has little time to examine a cage,
And cage or no, it still should be clean and comfortable… right?
How complacent, arrogant and overbearing he became,
So sure of his singular tactic,
But her gaze was always far beyond the cage, she was only waiting,
Through days of stark clarity, and days on the edge of madness, she waited,
Bones are not steel,
They would weaken.

JHenry

To bow your head in sorrow,
To break down and to cry,
Does not erase tomorrow,
Shows you had the guts to try,
And scars on soul and body,
And wounds that cease to seep,
Belong to everybody,
And they are ours to keep,
Mistakes bring guilt, are painful,
But that is not the test,
An error is not blameful,
It’s how you live the rest,
Though broken and fragmented,
Though jagged and full of doubt,
A soul that is tormented,
Can turn itself about,
You’re a beautiful mosaic,
Each piece a work of art,
Original and eclectic,
Witb a vibrant, beating heart.

JHenry

Along this narrow, dark alleyway,
A thought, a memory, or just my mind,
But there’s a reason I have come this way,
There’s something here I forgot to find,
And this lonely road I’ve walked before,
It brings me comfort I cannot describe,
The slums, the ghettos, hold something more,
They echo my fight to stay alive,
I think somewhere I saw a light,
I know there has to be a spark,
Concealed but somehow shining bright,
A light that’s hidden in the dark.
I find myself, it knows my name,
Though often I have chose to roam,
Here I belong, we are the same,
The paths of despair, I call my home,

J Henry

I’m alive upon this earth,
So big and fair and round,
But I’m just a tiny fragment,
Barely needing solid ground,
Isn’t right and left subjective?
Because up is up to me,
So then any road I travel,
Is right where I should be,
Because who knows where I’m going?
And I haven’t got a clue,
Though if you’re going that way,
I might walk awhile with you.
But the path it tends to spiral,
There’s always another turn,
There’s forks and thorns and pitfalls,
But, Oh my God, we learn,
And parting ways it happens,
Throw a kiss into the wind,
Goodbyes are empty echoes,
Only where the new begins,
But I think this is important!
And I promise that I would,
And I ask you humbly also,
Let’s remember just the good,
I think I’m heading this way,
Just because it caught my eye,
The path is an illusion,
Made of hopes and dreams and sky,
And I have misplaced my compass,
It just wasn’t meant to be,
But now that has me thinking,
Does it make me lost or free?

JHenry