Slipping into the silence

she gazes on

taping her eyes open

to witness her world

c r u m b l e

so she can feel the pain

feel the agony of all she has done

and feel their cries as she cowers in her dark dark darker corner.

Her eyes burn

forced open to the toxic air

forced to sting like bleach eating away to her brain

forced to feel like dirty claws gripping at her tender flesh because she is dirty

she is nothing but a monster with so much blood on her hands.

The tears try and form but shy away

afraid of being consumed by the void around her,

so her eyes dry out like her will to fight.

but it's too much for her

too much to see

too much to bare

too much too much too much

so she blinks

and just like that the tears wash away the sheen of negativity

and allow her to see the beauty

of a lovers smile

and a mother's embrace

to see that their pain is not all they are

to see and not to see.

To know it's okay

to take a break from a one-sided reality.

constantly gazed upon, studied, analyzed.

sometimes hiding can mean the world,

even if only for a fraction of a second.

a cloak of darkness,

a bit of silence.

then back to shining,

light weaving its way through the sky,

waiting for another moment

of peace to arrive.

even those who burn bright

can still break.

flashes and flickers

of endless stars

shimmering, blinking

mounting heavens

illuminating wanderers below

traveling desolate paths

boundless, endless, infinite

blue cold winks

diamond bracelets

forming reveries

on moonlit floors

shining primal radiance

in silver choruses

of voice lanterns

dreams floating

beyond our world

lighting a sky

full of fleeting wishes.

If you are paying attention,

you’ll see it

on crystal clear nights

when the moon is dim

and the joke is on us,

looking up,

when we ought

to be looking in.

They know

what we don’t,

the truth

we leave hidden

in morning bustle,

in afternoon hustle.

They know,

so they wink,

and they hope,

one day,

someday,

we remember.

To tell the time,

To share a secret,

To let you know all is okay,

To provide comfort,

To give you hope,

To whisper in your year,

So their eyes don't get dry,

Because they are tired,

Because they need sleep too,

Or to laugh like they are telling you a secret.

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

For just one that I could love

Looking to the heavens

Making wishes on shooting stars

There were so many

but for so long

Not one was mine

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

That he’d make it

Wishing on the first star

The path was a tricky one

But certainly worth traversing

He was born imperfect

But perfect for me

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

That I’d be a good mother

Seeking constellations

meant just for him

Harnessing energy

Strong enough to

Illuminate his way

Motherhood is a gift

I remember praying

With all that was within me

That I could shine long enough

for him to find his own light

Fighting the gravitational pulls

Working against me

But even stars grow weary

Before they burn out

mystery untold

new beginning

souls of the old

shining, winking

reminding you

they know what you're thinking

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

stars stare

down at you,

clamoring, burning

for your attention,

your admiration,

your praise.

we stare back,

watching and wondering

how they hold their shining eyes open

for all eternity.

but when we look away,

that's when the stars blink,,

finally breaking their facade

of unblinking watchfulness.

they stare and

we take their sight as caring.

so they keep staring

telling us they care

but even stars need to blink sometimes.

and they blink when we look away,

finally able to pause their empathy

and replace it

with apathy

just for a moment.

Such beautiful life-

So much ‘magic’ & opulent existing

In a world most will never see...

It makes me think of us

Of you

Of me

How does this flat earth turn?

Why do the stars blink?

What won’t Meatloaf do for love?

Honey, what do you think-

In the slow pace of life these days, when your mind goes to ponder?

... it was quiet; then with a deep breath-

She responded...

I have no craving for that life or what it brings;

Flat earth?

You have got to be kidding me

Google that Meatloaf question, bringing that up deserves a laugh

Stars blink for the same reason we all do- because they are humans, mostly

You should know that, dumb-ass.