Lake Tracks
Month: June 2020
Firefly
I flied free
until you caught me
in your mason jar…
My light restrained to
your compact glass world.
I fluttered against the
walls you kept me within…
Imprisoned alone
and nakedly observed.
Canned
Rusted metal and frosted glass
stained with my inner desires.
Bottled,
sealed,
and packed away…
Stored with the rest
you’ve acquired.
Two Months
Last night my patient was told she had two months to live. Maybe more, maybe less…
She sat there listening to what the doctor had to say about her poor prognosis, tears building behind her eyes.
He tenderly answered her questions, leaving her no more further scenarios to ponder within her bald head.
He left. I stayed.
I handed her some tissues, helped dry her sunken face, and held her hand as we waited for her family’s return.
She then looked at me suddenly, grinning as she said, “Well… now I have a reason to get cable and sip my fucking margaritas right?”
And I giggled and replied, “Yes… I believe you fucking do”.
❤️🙌
Weeds
I wanted you
to uncover those
memories,
like weeds in a
flower bed.
I was hoping you’d
find the good ones…
But I’m afraid
you found the
bad ones instead.
Pathway
Refreshing
Last night
you failed
to pollute
my dreams
with your
familiar face…
And I
awoke feeling
refreshed and
freed from
by your
ghostly embrace.
Bottled
Go ahead.
Bottle up
your broken promises
and empty oaths…
Seal it tight
with glue made
from your ghosts.
Hide it safe
and don’t ever
let it shatter…
Your words
to me will never
fucking matter.
Creek
I Don’t
I don’t know
how many times
you’ve been broken.
I don’t know
from how high
you have fallen.
I don’t know
how you got where
you are now.
But I do know one thing…
I will stand and fight with you.
