God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
God had to escape
From the ivory tower
Chained in deathly heights.
Then he became I
Running to loved ones’ rescue,
House of cards toppling.
Black bee sting lingers,
Spreading its poison over
And over again.
Brother’s Alzheimer’s
And family dysfunction
And friends’ critical words.
A small girl cowers,
Ineffectively shielding
From vicious attacks,
While the enemies
Grow drunk in their ecstasy
That she is broken.
Wishing she had strength.
Paradox: loved ones are glad
Of her cowardice.
Very comforting
To know that you understand —
You went there yourself.
Sharp word: suicide.
You hanged yourself to escape
Your demons, sweet friend.
She knows the pain fills
You with grief and wishes that
She could split in two.
Slow, heavy footsteps
As she tries to continue
Forward in her life.
Blackness visits now,
Far too familiar to leave –
Hated companion!
He told her that it’s
Like death when it happens.
She’d like to scream, can’t.
My dreams of drowning:
Clutching, falling, so afraid.
I breathe — rise above.