Exhale

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Her head hangs

by a thread

eyes scanning dirt

as if to seek the soul

hidden under a crust

of regret

The burden of proof

on burdened shoulders

grips her gaze

with enough gravity

to tie her eyes to earth

but oh! humble heart,

you cannot outweigh

grace

you cannot sink

beneath it

or plod past it

or hang low enough

to mar its magnificence

So look up

set your eyes

beyond this sin-stained soil

to the air beyond

your reach

for it is here

that grace

exhales

 

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Proof of Purchase

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Her reply blushes,

apologetic for existing

beyond what her

back story projected

.

(probable destiny –

doormat, a yearbook

dilemma). From

inside those petals,

.

she can’t possibly

appreciate the

mystery and fragrance

that draws him in,

.

fly to honey. She

checks her nails,

boredom masking

terror, and another

.

one bites the dust.

She will add him

to the collection,

proof of purchase.

Let Me In

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Serrated plates,

rows of overlapping scales

went out with the disappearance of the dinosaurs,

died on a Medieval joust;

discard the armour.

Little one,

precious child,

let Me in.

The Fist

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She raises a bloodied Fist

not so much in triumph

as defiance –

 Fist brittle-caked in

a shame so thick

it bleeds in blushes.

She shakes this cupped and twisted

gauntlet at very God,

and drinks rain,

and wakes to dawn,

and grows tired of the charade.

Ambivalence rips deep –

what if the sky’s blue

is for her?

The rain, a gentle nursing?

Unleashing the Fist

into a cup to hold blessing

might undo the last thread

that pretends to hold her together.

She grits her teeth against the

laceration

and pries. one. knuckle.

from its cradle,

saying good-bye to

the Fist.

Birthright

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From dust to dust, she’s crawled for years,

serpentine,

a snake in dead grass;

but now that she’s heard her song

sung over her,

she dares to lift her eyes

and claim sunshine as

her birthright.

I

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I have been what I am not,

I have spurned what I’ve been taught;

I have buried what’s alive,

I have fed what should have died.

I have worn denial’s ring,

I have crowned deception king;

I have shouted silent lies,

I have swallowed truthful cries.

I have welcomed midnight thieves,

I have broken boundaries;

Could you love one such as I?

Yes, My love, My precious child –

I have waited long for you,

I became a child to prove

My love is big enough to free

you from yourself, so come to  Me.”