I hear the cars creep by
the silent hum of the street
with each engine
plowing its pathway
to wherever
the dog switches
p o s i t i o n s
she must be dreaming
of someplace other than here–
other than our reality
I know I am.
a 10-hour work day ahead
of me, I press myself against
the world, “Will I succeed in
doing my best today?”
the birds still
have something to sing
about, they’re good at
showing gratitude
while I fight myself
for sleeping with fear
and waking up to
sadness. I long to
live again.
Lisa Senters is a writer I’ve been reading on Medium for a few years so when the time came for her to be added as a contributor for A Cornered Gurl, I was overwhelmed with excitement. I love what she does with words–how she can forge simple connections with them by the way she places them. She is a words-worker who doesn’t shy away from being vulnerable and sharing raw and heavy work with us. The poem that lands her this feature is the aptly titled, “Don’t wait to speak it.” I think you’ll understand why sharing this is important when you read it.
we didn’t the beat the rain
it falls like shattered pieces
of human souls struggling to
get their lives in order
I fear trying to protect us from
that kind of downpour
maybe we’ll come out
unscathed or maybe we’ll
be drenched with so much
pain that our hearts
expand two sizes.
This morning, I allowed myself more time to simply rest in bed after opening my eyes. I did not peel myself away from the comfort of my pillowtop until well after 8 am. This resulted in me trying to walk Jernee in a massive downpour as the rains decided to shower down in sheets on us. But, I never felt more alive than I do right now. Peace.
It’s almost May
my worst rejection
batted me down 2 years ago
life can build you
up or break you in 1/2
I choose to be whole
I can’t live in pieces
the sanctity of lust
the acceptance of love
& the depth of a broken heart
will pummel a shoddy ego
I am stronger now
thank you
I lie in wake, mindful
of birdsong & the dog’s light
snoring
soon, we will approach this
day, careful of our distance
from others, shifting our
bodies from harm’s way.
this is
not life.
but, it is.
and idiots cry about their
rights to liberate
while I just want to
breathe.
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