Reality Check

August 20, 2008 | Filed Under Life balance, Poetry | 2 Comments 

Reality Check

Alone in my thoughts
I do not miss the world around me
for it is huge
and no one can be part of it all

I enjoy my own,
though not one of fiction
not one of constant stress, either

for in my world,
I can choose what to let in

except

when

I can’t.

And, even as I stand proud,
even as I say (with conviction)

I could make it alone
with no one
if
I
had
to,

I realize that much of my strength
much of my bravado
much of my ability to close the door
when needed

is because
Leon has my back
when too much of the world
too many of my weaknesses
hold the door to the other world open

and I feel both blessed and guilty
to be so lucky, even as I recognize
my own strengths.

MeeAugraphie
08/20/08

Sympathy’s Role

August 19, 2008 | Filed Under Life balance, Poetry | 3 Comments 

Sympathy’s Role

Expressions of sympathy
are not made better by
poetic words
coined by unconnected humans,

nor are those any less valued
when received

Heartfelt words
written without grammar’s interference,
written on whatever is available,

whether a torn piece of paper
or a well worn tongue

are equally effective
in bringing voice to feelings,

And, for those
who have lost more
than we could ever replace,
we can not remove the silence

but we can do our best
to help them start the process
of allowing the roar
of smiles buried beneath tears

to one day crack the iced veneer.

MeeAugraphie
08/19/08

Our neighbor died last week. I wrote about how some human’s react to death here.

Stop and Regroup

August 17, 2008 | Filed Under Life balance, Poetry | 3 Comments 

Stop and Regroup, aka, non-poetic version of where my head is right now is found on my everyday blog, which has become less than planned.

I suppose that post came about this way:

Today

I read a post that made me sad
I read a post that taught us much
I read a post that begged response

I throttled my need to help
I recognized her need to be herself

and though I recognize truth in what she said -
and though I saw our need to circumvent in her
that which we, ourselves, were not ready to face

I could not cannot will not accept as truth that she
has lost much of herself
in the process

for we cannot lose that from which we are
or were,
we can only lose that which we could have become

and with that conclusion I continued my silent
waiting for those feelings to
be absorbed by my subconscious
so they could come out later

and later is now and as I wrote the words above,
the following fell from within:

if maybe I was wrong in my interpretation
and that which she could have become
was in fact the herself she lost
and not the self she was
or is
as I first assumed
for we do not always become
the person we were meant to be
nor is that person always
the person we would want to be

MeeAugraphie
08/17/08

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