Hourglass

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for just a little while,
my hindsight got tangled in the sheets.

when I emerged,
I saw cracks in heaven
& you —
deliberately strewn about.

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photo credits: demilked.com

Stripped Bare

sometimes i lose myself in the gap
between zombie flicks and heroic deeds;
there is a love story, wrapped in plastic,
that reveals my squishy core
and points your way

when pompous days retreat,
I seek refuge, devoid its colors
& smile in grey, not
taking sides
for a change

in this moment,
when your gaze holds mine,
I shed my heavy armor
and, for just a second,
become 
me,
unplugged.

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Fred Rutherford over at dVerse invites us to write a poem on the topic of becoming ‘unplugged’ for Poetics today. Grab a pen and join the fun!

Dear Past,

you have haunted me for quite a while now.

this morning, i woke up feeling something… extraordinary.

the anger was gone.
just gone.
poof.

i have no idea how long it has been.
it feels like a lifetime.
i always figured i would feel somewhat naked without it, but i don’t. it just feels… lighter somehow. i like it.
so, after receiving such a great gift, i stepped up and took the newfound opportunity.
i wrote something.
to someone.
i got rid of the last few scraps of hurt still floating around in my mind. it felt… good. those words out there, no longer sharpened and shaped by anger… i have to admit i was a bit proud of myself.
i said what i wanted to say. what needed to be said.
i paved the road for someone… and what that someone makes of it… no longer up to me.
i removed a burden not meant for me to carry. sweet relief.

my dear past, i want to thank you.

thank you for finally letting me slip out of your grasp… for letting me see, that there is something else waiting for me. something different from painful memories. it is such a good feeling to start blinking again.

thank you for letting me wake up today… feeling like this.
thank you for letting go of me.

forever grateful,
the former fist of anger

Nutty M&M

let go of the bruise
that once pierced your heart
and held it
ensnared

let go of the form
you made yourself become
and embrace the rain
to wash
troubled mind
free of sorrow

for once,
there is a good side
to being broken…
the crack
reveals
the delicious core
to be explored
and
relished