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Skeleton Key

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When I met you, something clicked.
Like a skeleton key in an old lock, slow but sure.
Only it opened a door
to a room not ready to be lived in.
Dust of the past lay heavy in nooks that lay forgotten.
Cobwebs clung to keepsakes
kept locked away far too long.
Still, I let the light in.
I dusted the areas I was allowed to reach
and left a few flowers in my wake.
I wear that key, close to my heart,
in the hope that one day I may call it home.
I stop by to dust when I’m asked,
but one day I fear,
this key will become a key to nowhere.

@ Daydreamer

This post can be found at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads for Fireblossom Friday: Love

Fix-ed

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I thought of you today.  Normally, you sit just on the edge of memory, slightly out of reach.  Barely a shadow, yet tangible enough to teach.  You remind me of a lesson it took too long to learn or match left way too long to burn.  You take me back to that victim of before, scarred for your love and craving more.  You were the drug and I was your addict.  Well, you know what they say about old habits…

I thought about you today and I caught myself dreaming…

You are the drug that I am no longer fiending… 

Homesick

 

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I am missing a place kissed by sunlight

where rays dance on stone walls of opportunity

birthing place of inspiration and dreams

maybe the thought is more appealing than reality

memories written in pencil rather than ink

drops of water in the ever changing waters of life

i am missing a place kissed by sunlight

where friends laugh and family gathers

somewhere there is a place called home

and i am sick

 

 

Crucifixes and Teddy Bears

My innocence lies between crucifixes and teddy bears.

Casualty of war between sexuality and faith.

Abandoned by a God I was raised to love.

Tormented by a love I was taught to hate.

It died holding my stuffed bear.

Amidst internal screams that tore me apart.

How could unconditional love have a sinner’s heart?

As if my own demons weren’t enough.

Teddy was the only one to show me love.

Never seemed to care.

What I was or wasn’t and held me tight,

Through countless cries that rang to the heavens

For a love we were taught would never leave us

Deceive us

Holding on to the only comfort little girls know 

In the darkness

“C’mere Teddy let me hug you.”

Still the battle rages

Cages

And enslaves us

Nightmares wake us to a new day

Branding our minds with labels that blame us

“Shameful”, “unclean”

But my teddy kept my  hope alive.

For countless martyrs nailed to the cross 

of someone else’s beliefs.

For little girls who imagine her Teddy to be a “she”.

I wear the labels that tear tender flesh.

Raped, dismissed, and left to be forgotten

But War cries still echo…
 Let us “Be!”

For every heartbeat…

For every pulse …

A reminder,

that innocence will rise from the ashes,

proud and unafraid.

Bearing our cross that screams

we have earned the love of the God who made us this way!

And one day, 

maybe I will come to love myself enough 

that I stop the “Hail Marys” 

Put my rosary away. 

Watch my daughter and her teddy bear play. 

And maybe then,

I will tell my beautiful wife about my stuffed teddy

and how it saved my life.

©Daydreamer

Reading Me…

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“Shh…”
Sober command to a shattered heart.
I am trying to read.
Pensive gaze transfixed,
content with chocolate in hand,
staring into the looking-glass of my own words…
“Shh…”
I am trying to read.
“Evolve, Dear Heart,
Stay your course.
Steer your soul toward solitude.
The coming world is a lonely place for the chaotic.”
“Shh…”
“Breathe, eat your reesecup and live vividly,
as if your dreams had come alive,
because they will.
His loving proposal will come in 2018.
Avoid the convention to choose differently than I did.”
“Shh…”
“Listen to your inner voice and meditate.
It will help to prepare for losing our job in 2022,
but the transition to editor will be smoother.
P.S. the weight gain wasn’t caused by the chocolate!
It was stress, so be mindful of that too!
“Shh…”
Sober command to a fragmented mind…
I am trying to comprehend.
Would I listen and prepare?
In that moment, if known in advance…
looking into my destiny,
mirrored by my own words…
“Shh…”
Last bit of reesecup… song coming to an end…
All thoughts finally silent…
“Shh…”
Time for sleep
and silently tossed the letter aside.

©Daydreamer

This poem posted for Loneliness / Solitude3WW Week No. 415Theme Thursday for February 12, 2015 – SWEETSPoets United Midweek Motif ~ Glass(es)The Tuesday PlatformMag 258, and Poetics: A poem from the future.

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Love is…

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She asked me what love looked like to me
and images flooded my mind
Memories and laughter
but no words to describe

how she would rise early
so we would wake to heat
how much she would cook for her family
on her aching and old feet

or the last time she braided my hair
because I wanted it “just like yours”
that was after two jobs and all her household chores
it was her holding me the night my kids died

never once mentioning the anger she felt inside
I remembered how he slept near her casket
because she was the only love he had ever known
Winter laughter and Summer tears

All the feelings of being home-grown
She asked me what love looked like
but it is easier to describe
what love is not and it boiled inside

Love is not the smell of sex in the air
or the taste of your lips on mine
It is not the feel of warm bodies in dance
Or the sweat of bodies entwined

It is not the temporary headiness of a summer romance
or the passion of a fling after hours
Dating two or three at a time
or the feeling when someone brings you flowers

Love is not the emotion that leads to divorce
but the one that says “til death do us part”
Not the urge we find in a cheater’s bed
But the joy in “my heart is your heart”

Love is indescribable all-encompassing
sometimes fleeting love is rare
everlasting and understanding
you may barely even know it’s there

In love it will consume you
and it will be the air that you breathe
when gone it can break you
knocking you to your knees

She stood before me pacing
as she often used to do
a bittersweet smile chased the thought
if you only knew

but I relived the memories we once shared
and still pacing she asked me
I stared into her eyes and answered
“slightly out of reach”

©Daydreamer

Love Light

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Absolute Regime II by Quarion on deviantART

We were and idea…
blazing light, left at night
to burn in solitude
and silence.
Filament of sentiment,
seething and caged.
Greeting the morning sun
ablaze,
for days,
and still we burned.
Fighting a fading memory
in a globe too fragile…
a base to small
and still we try once more.
Attempting to hold fate
in failing hands
too cold for our warm hearts
and we fall…
embers or shards…
depending on the mindset.
Nevertheless…
We are too late.
Gases of destiny escape
and we cannot go back.
Life happens at the speed of light…
each moment a fight
to live,
to love,
and we must be careful.
Lest we lie broken…
an old idea,
dead light in cold night…
alone in solitude
and silence.
Filament of sentiment…
fragmented…
Waiting to cut or burn
someone else
depending on the mindset…
©Daydreamer

 

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