Tuesday, August 7, 2007

I, Sure As Hell, Can Move That Rubber Tree Plant!!!

Yes, I have it. I don't know how. I don't know why. But I still have hope.

Haven't written in awhile. Well, for me it seems that awhile would be a week (the personality post was just copied not written). I've been aching for it and running from it at the same time.

Hope has resurfaced
and floated to the top of my algae covered world.

Untying the knots of tears and sobs,
it rises above torturing ropes of desperation
as they sink to the forgotten murk of bitter memories.
Confusion and Grief drown it in salty rivers
Torment and Questioning reach out their claws
dragging it under,
nibbled at by scavengers of rationality

struggling through the labyrinth of self-pity
chased by doubt
it slides back to the twists and turns in my brain
forgetting that hurt is not thought but felt

Hope squeezes through the cracks of desperation in my heart
warmed by sunlight music
dancing through the swirl of muddy feet stomping their pain in defiance

Treasure dragged from the deeps, wrapped in prayers of soiled velvet
bringing jeweled smiles and golden bells of laughter
bubbling to the surface
Buoys of angel's wings guide it
My soul following it's lightened journey
the dissipating pain sweetening my despair
till I can swallow acceptance

Hope survives

the hammers of sorrow
to save
my dreams of sanctuary


Shoshana said...

You are really a beautiful poet.

dp said...

Beautiful, yet sad. (You should consider publishing your work.)

There were times in my life when I was on the verge of despair, but, when I least expected it, things turned around in the blink of an eye.

"Keep the faith, baby!"

MizEllie said...

And at the bottom of Pandora's box lay hope....


Open Up! said...

hauntingly beautiful...never give up..keep hope alive!

come running said...

thank you

trying to keep the faith but it's been faltering lately

I hope that there's enough left in the box to keep me going.

I won't ever give up... my son's well-being depends on it.