Poem 163-Running Through the Sprinklers

Running Through the Sprinklers

It is dark and cold outside.

My body is hot, my

skin is pulsating.

You have lit the

fuse and run away, unavailable

for the explosion

you have masterminded.

I escape into the air

too scolded for

resuscitation.

Engulf and cool me and my burning soul.

Poem 162- Consequences

Consequences

You trained me to believe without you there is no me.

That is not me.

I am whole, I am real

I am life and anger and blood

I am myself and that will soon enough for me.

I am striding through myself building walls and binning receipts I no longer need.

I will not be taking parts of me back on your request.

I am not faulty

I am not perfect

I am perfect

I will become perfect for me and no other

I will continue to exist and I hope you will too.

Let’s breathe alone.

Poem 161- Reflection

Reflection

When you look in the mirror you see me.

I am cooing, sighing, breathing, worrying, holding, thinking, diagnosing, restraining, containing.

I look horrified, sound worried enough, give you the time to vent and spill and mask and hide.

What do I see when I look at you… Blank face, misunderstanding, no time, annoyance, selfishness.

You are too consumed with you to see me, to match to, to notice I may have fallen down, to see I am not over it yet, to feel a real care for the things I hold to be valuable.

Your mirror is full

My mirror is empty.