bookends

sky-lover’s dream
both ends of the day

clouds as multi-morphic
as my thoughts

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lune

it is so cold
campfire lights
heats
reflects
my burning anxiety
there is a small gap
a few fingers’ width
of deep dark sky
between stands of trees
but i see it
la lune

and like a soothing melody
it calms me
slows the fevered pace inside
quiets my inner voice
arguing relentlessly against peace
and reminds me
despite the ache
i am never truly alone

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gratitude

any attempt
at thankfulness in words
on this day
rattles with cliché
reeks of expectation

what to do
when blessings abound
but life is closing in

how to say
i am thankful
(for so much)
over the clamor
the constant noise
the distressing chaos
inside

i am blessed
and i am thankful
and i am a mess
heart full
yet broken
and it all coexists

letting it be
without guilt or pressure
without suppression
no hiding
no drowning
no self-loathing
is one ability
one gift
one victory

the lover of my soul
my Jesus
anoints me with the balm
of understanding
graces me with the salve
of love
unconditional
undeserved
unlimited
unending

and i give thanks

dark

winters fingers
cold as ice
trap my soul
a fearsome vice
spirit dies
beneath her chill
laughter fades
hands fall still
another chance to doubt the thaw
fear buried
not so deep
that when the shortened days have passed
i won’t wake from this sleep

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