"This alignment also triggers a powerful release of the past, clearing out old trauma-based belief systems so we can see the present and future more clearly."
I am drinking coffee
Upon the red bricks
Of my back steps
Thinking of you
My house is shrinking
By the minute
Suffocating me
My hunger
For fresh air is overwhelming
The December Sun is blinding
Illuminating the bare branches
That pierce the perfect blue sky
I mended your slip again last week
The one you gave me when I was 16
It has been tattered and worn
Lovingly through the years
My body has grown and shrunk
With each inch of silk and lace
It hugs me perfectly now
Reminding me of you
Your laughter
Your flaming red hair
Your beauty
Your stories and scars
Hidden by pride
How you would cup my face
With your elegant fingers
Gazing into my eyes to say
"goodbye,
I love you,
don't be a stranger"
I didn't visit as often as I should have
Even less when over 600 miles
Grew between us
Coming home has always been like
Stepping into a boxing rink for me
Leaving my heart and head
More sore and bruised
With each return
I wanted to bring the boys to see you
I wanted you to be tangible to them
Not just a character in one of my stories
I know you loved me through all the madness
As I loved and forgave you through yours
I only smile when I think of you now
There is a breeze making the hem of your slip dance today
And I know that is your way of telling me it is all going to be okay.
~Amber C. Smith (December 2013)
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