When I break open into myself I can’t help but bleed. I long to be held by one who loves me.
EYES She grew up under the gaze of those eyes. They became hers — and then mine. How do I hold myself in loving arms?
HERE I AM What I am is so fleeting and intangible. What I was is fixed and final. What I will be in the future I don’t know. I am more closely identified with the past than with what actually is. I am so much more than what I can represent to myself in words, […]
SURRENDER Early morning. Awake, alone, lost. My life! My dreams? I pretend I’m OK, but I’m not. I’m bone achingly tired from the relentless game. I long for a place in the world where I belong without struggle. A place in the world of belonging without condition. A place beyond right and wrong, beyond all […]
EN VISKNING I STORMENDet finns teckenlängs vägensom jag ignoreradeförstJag blev lärdatt bli en kugge i maskinenvi själva hargjort oss tillFöljer spåretkanske en dagkommer jag att vetavem jag ärMin röst ärblott en bland många— en viskningi stormen
A WHISPER IN THE STORMThere are signsalong the paththat I ignoredat firstI was taughtto be a cog in the machinewe’ve madeof ourselvesFollowing the trailmaybe one dayI will knowwho I amMy voice isbut one of many— a whisperin the storm
WILD SELFI learnedthat lovecan be givenand taken away.It’s howmy wild selfgot frightened.I learnedto judge myself,by beingjudged by others.It’s howmy wild selfgot tamed.Note:The second part is from my poem Judgment.
JUDGMENTI learnedto judge myself,by beingjudged by others.It’s howmy wild selfoncegot tamed.I knowI am free,ormaybe not?I allowmyselfto be me,no matter what!
TO BE BOLDTo be bold isto be radically honestwithout defenseor rationalization.It is to acceptwithout judgmentor wish to understand.It is to bewhatever you are.
CHAINSI sawa little girlthis morningcryingon her way toschoolIt could havebeen meAndhere I wason my way toworkFifty years laterNow,it’s time tobreak thechains