dangling

who i am is not who you see

dangling from lightning 

footloose and fancy free

 

a moment in time

i danced among the daisies

where thoughts were sublime

 

that time is past

galloped thru the wind

flew away at last

 

charred meat is what i eat

choking down every bite

when will it be sweet

donna marie

 

 

splintered

it splits, it splinters, shredding each frail piece.

breaking apart the symmetry that once held it in place.

 pick the fragments up and heap them in a pile.

that is all it’s really worth, even when you smile.

donna marie

the blow

 the blow struck her suddenly-

i watched her stumble low.

she never saw it coming-

how could she possibly know?

i wonder…. can she take it-

the pain that sears her heart-

or will she end up in a pit-

while her mind frays apart.

donna marie

let you down

don’t want to let you down-

trying hard as i can-

wish you understood-

what a terrible mess i am-

it pains, it smothers me-

so tightly it’s wound-

till i’m all but shattered-

where i can’t be found.

donna marie

 

into the deep

I felt a Cleaving in my Mind-

As if my brain had split-

I tried to match it- Seam by Seam-

But could not make it fit.

-Emily Dickinson

This poem describes how I feel a great deal of the time– but I am learning to be grateful that I feel things so deeply. I see that God has given me great empathy for others and I know that it comes from going through deep waters.   dmi