The Poetry of We

I would like to explain the poetry of we.
I am not a harsh strict voice unless you cannot see thee,
I am more of a whispering touch,
A loving embrace that is needed so much.
You will not break me by calling me out,
You will not win in your fight to show doubt,
I am steadfast and true to my soul and to you,
You may not see it but it shows in all I do.
My heart is a tender open bud,
Let me in so I can show you my love,
Let me sweetly and calmly run my silky touch,
Through your soul and let me show you I love you so much.
You won’t be alone,
I won’t allow it,
You won’t be a quitter,
It isn’t your destiny,
You are here for a reason,
That reason is clear,
You are here to bring more to others.
I digress from my poem about my loving touch,
I digress from the meaning that means to us so much.
Remember, you are me, and I am you.
I can feel what you feel too.
Don’t let the little things that mean so little,
Rule you and make you brittle.
Don’t let the temporary flares,
Catch you unawares,
So you show your despairs,
And break out of your airs.
Keep your air,
Keep your sweet flare,
Show no despair,
Walk away debonair.
The touch light as air that we can bring to each other,
Sister, mother, friend and brother.
Teaching someone compassion is tough,
You have to explain to them that your life isn’t enough,
That you give it all, including your life,
To help them walk away from the strife.
I give you my all, every time we are near
Because I do understand it is clear,
I am you, You are me, we are we..
We will be free.

Bled Out

The bloody mess I’ve made of my life,
The pouring of the blood out of my life,
The soft and tender draining as I feel it slip away,
Bled out,
Blood on my sheets,
Washing and striving to cleanse it,
Clearing and restarting,
Wiping and soaking,
Crying and screaming,
Pain and dissolution,
Tossing and Turning,
As a soft quietness unfolds,
Stillness as acceptance washes in,
And I am bled out,
Slowly the life leaves me,
As I lie there and think,
Will the sheets be dry soon?

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Swinging

I am soaring over the crowds in a burlesque show,
High above all; swinging on my swing.
I remember the fascination the first time I saw one of those at a restaurant in Houston.
I remember wondering what it would be like to be one of those beautiful ladies,
In their fancy clothes,
Just swinging above the crowds,
No one talks to the lady on the swing,
She just swings eloquently back and forth,
Smiling and swinging, swinging and smiling,
Standing and dipping,
Twirling and flipping.
Sometimes singing…

Who thought of this?
Why?
It’s lovely.
I remember it, and I know I did it before.
Let me tear back the veil by swinging high above the crowds,
Let me be naked to the world floating high above the clouds,
Let me stand, swing and shine,
For all eternity.

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I'm Fine, Alright, Good...

One of the hardest things I am trying to understand which comes up over and over are some of the men (and occasionally a few women) I encounter in my life. They are very closed off and very hard to get to know. They say, "I'm fine". They say, "I'm alright".

They don't talk, they don't emote, they don't express. They bottle it all up inside them self and I have to go fishing/digging for it. And, sometimes when I dig. They cry out or they get angry. I just don't understand it.

What lesson am I trying to learn here? Maybe to be silent and not reach out? I don't believe that is it. I just don't know. Maybe it is to let go of them and let them figure it out on their own. I do let go of that part of me that takes offense to it.

I am reminded of what Luke 6:32 "If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even 'sinners' love those who love them." I just really don't understand it. The one thing I don't like about Luke 6:32, we are ALL SINNERS..oh my gosh. Who can ever be considered a Saint. We all have our burdens to bear. Still, it's so unfathomable to me to not be able to get stuff out. What happens to people who bottle all that crap inside for years and years? My goodness.

My heart does go out to them. I love and feel them. So torn, so unable to just say what is going on. I want to reach out..I want to wrangle it out of them. But, I know I have to sit back and be patient and just love them.

At least maybe finding ways for them to express it..sports, activities, art, etc. Any insights from anyone would be so helpful to me right now. I just keep coming across this same stoic pattern and I want to learn. Very much, I need to learn.

HELP! I am putting this out there to the universe. Show me blatantly what it is that I can do because I am not doing something right.. and I need to get this right. I really do.

I know the answer is right around the next corner but I want to get this lesson straight now.

Thank you Universe for your help on this one.
My version of 1 Corinthians 13:
I am patient,
I am kind,
I do not envy,
I do not boast,
I am not proud.
I am not rude,
I am not self seeking,
I am not easily angered.
I keep no records of wrongs.
I do not delight in evil but rejoice with truth.
I always protect,
I always trust,
I always hope,
I always Persevere.
I never fail.
I am Love.
How can I be love if I cannot love the ones who do not love me. I will love them anyway. Unconditionally and see in them always the greatness that they are. And, carry them in my heart like I am carried in God's heart.
That way, when the end comes, they will be where they are supposed to be because of me.
Or, maybe I will be where I am supposed to be because of them?

I Shall Not Want

I don’t want to meet you now.
I don’t want you to see me anymore.
I don’t want to look into your eyes and see the blankness,
Dull indifference.
Not knowing who you are,
Who I am.
I will never meet you now.
I know that you will never see me for who I am.

I am me with snot running down my face
Tears creating swollen eyes
Makeup does little to hide
Covering up the lies.

Lying on the cold wet floor weeping
Screaming at me
My self doubt
Telling me I will
Never be clean enough
Never be thin enough
Never be brave enough
Never be good enough
Never be real enough
Never be rich enough
Never do enough
I am never enough.
I never was enough
For any one.
For no one.

For me,
I have to be enough,
I am every one.