Are the best ones.They have no tower to hide behind,No self-assured fluff to garnish their egoAnd very scarcely behave as thoughYour afflictions are greater than theirs ever were.Their wounds no longer oozeBut the scars are unmissable-Their hands may have been roughened by hardshipBut their hearts were somehow made softer.Their healing balm does not come fromClaiming […]Read more "Wounded healers"
Friend, We have not always been ready for each other.Despite your tough exteriorsYou have been a safe spaceEven when my pain turned my tongueInto a slimy pit of poisonThat you endured more frequentlyAnd ferciously thanAnyone should put up with.And when you hid behindA forcefully cheerful demeanourResponding every time with‘Blessed and highly favoured’,Your pride getting the […]Read more "Paper trail of caring"
He was right thereWhen my feet swept the streets in the darkness.He sat with meWhen no one else would.When I was overlookedHe gazed upon me with intent.When I lost all my friendsHe called me by name.When I was deeply misunderstoodHe saw me.When I felt alone in the crowdHe singled me out for Himself.Distant lands and […]Read more "I have never walked alone"
When do strangers become friends?When does a name go from beingJust another one on a clipboardTo one committed to memory for life?When does a visitorChoose to become a regular?When does a nationGo from a place you visitTo a base you leave from?When does a hand you once stiffly shookBecome the hand youNever want to let […]Read more "The moment of belonging"
Aren’t static.Nor is the list complete.Things happenPeople changeFaces grow oldChildren are bornChildren move outFriends get marriedLoved ones pass awayLove passes awayYet the cycle continues.Perhaps there was a timeWhen the people you lovedAll lived in one placeAnd roughly saw the worldThe same as you-Now they are far awayLiving a life you can’t relate to.Maybe ‘your people’Were […]Read more "‘Your people’"
Are better than friends from high school.That’s my opinion anyway.Because what did I know at 16?About myselfAbout the worldAbout what I wanted in a friendship?Heck, I am not sureI even liked me back then.Friends from collegeAre the ones who found meWhile I was finding myselfAs they were finding themselves,And whenever we meet againIts not a […]Read more "Friends from college"
We become fuller versionsOf ourselvesThrough the people we choose toEat with,We share fresh familiar mealsThat all at once bring back old memoriesAnd usher in a warm senseOf future possibility.Fathers and mothersBreak bread at the table,Feeding the childrenWith food and wisdomIn equal measure.Mama brings out the cake-The icing is as thickAs the love she smothers us […]Read more "Dinner Table"
Grief is a form of praise.Praise for the personI no longer have,Strong regardFor the seasons passedAnd inevitable sadnessThat those days are gone.The shoulders I used to cry onThe eyes I would confide inThe phone calls that made it all make sense.The tears I shed todayAre awash with gratitudeGlad to have had companions that understood meReady […]Read more "Grieving Friendship"
But it doesn’t come cheap Because doing life with others Demands the death Of the parts of us That are incompatible with human fellowship: The uncompromising selfishness The incessant need to be right The eternal reach for control. We hold onto our absolute individual rights and freedoms At the expense of belonging to something greater, […]Read more "Community is free"
Bruises easily, Hurts a lot, Crumples under pressure And is easily overlooked- The supportive spouse Who sacrifices for their partner, The praying mother Who spends her years on her knees For her son, The minimum wage worker who wakes up extra early To give her all for a job She really should be paid for. […]Read more "Soft Tissue"