Poetry and other Writing

From Eve<

And so with my curiosity came a changed world.
I hardly know if I should run away from it, or stand up,
greet it and embrace it. But change my whole world?
Amazing how one simple act can alter one’s entire perspective, indeed
one’s entire existence. Should I stop others from joining my fate or is it
too late for that? Has my single act of curiosity damned us all to a new
life? Does it matter if others follow my example? Will they be saved if
I can prevent them from joining me? Or has my act of disobedience
become a blanket for all humanity robbing them of their
innocence?
Can I and the others be redeemed if I can prevent their disobedience?
Is that a decision I can make for others?
I made the decision to eat the fruit knowing the consequences of
my actions. Knowing, and yet not believing it could be true.
And yet, I like knowing. I feel empowered.
Alive.
Refreshed.
Anxious.
Guilty
Torn.


A Woman’s Freedom

This represents freedom
This represents choice
This represents freedom
This represents my voice

Herein lies my power
My power, my body
My choices, my convictions
My joy, my shame

Free to do, free to act
Free to be.

Its man’s greatest fear.


Clarity

You’ve no idea how
rare, how exquisite it is to have
moments of absolute
clarity when you’re
so often entertaining at
least a half a dozen
at a time in your head.
When you can float out
above your skin, when you
Can absorb the stillness
of the night. The silence
is so loud you can
only breathe it in
and pray it lasts.
And you reach out in
the thick of it and
smell it decending upon you
And you thank God for
this moment.

 


Depression

I awake to find depression has settled in on me
That gray thick cloud that pins me to my bed.
Leaving me immobile.

I think about getting up to work.
I cannot move.
Every lead pipe limb remains still.
My head, soft and spongey, thick and heavy.

Finally, nature forces me up and down the hall.
I can make it back to the couch before I collapse.
Tired, . . . . oh so tired

Food, oh who cares when I can just sit and stare.
Slowly, I try to get up and dressed.
But that too drains my energy.
The weight of my body seems unbearable.
My heart most of all

I can’t even cry
Can’t bother to expend the energy
All seems without merit without hope.

Even the air is thick
The effort required to get a drink.

Thoughts of death, thoughts of relief
Knowing I won’t, but still every time this haze settles in these thoughts return

I go back to bed, hoping to start the day better in an hour or two
When I awake I find nothing has changed
Nothing will change unless I change it.

But that will not happen today.

Today I remain pinned to the bed.

 


My heart, my soul
speak volumes to me everyday
but do I listen to what they have to say.

My heart, my soul
shout from the rooftops
dance wildly in the street and enjoy all they meet.

My heart, my soul
do things I cannot do
they force me out into the world.

My heart, my soul
go blindly on
forgive and forget, let me carry on.

My heart, my soul
know no limits, know no bounds
my mind and body follow, tied to the ground.

My heart, my soul
know how to fly
wish I would listen, wish I would try.