Monthly Archives: October 2018
The way out…
“The Way Out Is Through”
― Mark Epstein, The Trauma of Everyday Life
I’m lagging behind
dragging my feet.
I’m
breathless
gloomy
I’m incomplete.
A desolate
heart,
an empty space.
I wake in the morning to imprint your face.
When emptiness speaks,
my heartache rings,
forlorn
strumming
on own my heartstrings!
I step into shadows,
again I am dense.
Weighed down
by sorrow,
the chasm
immense.
Acquiescing to pain,
tears must flow,
absorbed
by reflections
of liquid woe…
I forage for light,
some kind of relief.
I’m hemorrhaging out
and swimming
in grief!
There’s no way around.
I must go through,
immersed in heartache,
until
I’m renewed!
©AllysoAlly2018
I promise I’m not afraid!
When ghosts and goblins come out
I promise
I’m not afraid,
my harrowing demeanor
is anything
but cliché.
I’m hiding in the corner
when apparitions
dance.
I’m screaming in the closet
when they are in a trance.
I’m the jumpy passenger
on the hall of horrors train.
I’m the lunatic
in the asylum
when everyone goes insane!
I don’t do well with skeletons
or the living dead,
on Halloween, you’ll find me snuggled in my bed….
And when the monsters party
and shriek through the house
I’m just here for the candy
or something
thereabouts…..
©AllysoAlly2018
No wallflowers these…
“A thing of beauty is a joy forever.”
― Endymion: A Poetic Romance
Shrinking
in the corner?
a blush in their blooms…
no wallflowers these
they light up
the room!
dressed
to the nines
in rose-colored frills,
visions of ivory,
Oh, my heart
be still!
©AllysoAlly2018
Silent Sunday
“Heaven is under our feet as well as over our heads.”
― Henry David Thoreau, Walden
Is this the splendor of heaven
I see,
where green pastures
reside in reveries,
and pearly skies
kiss tawny dunes
and seagulls glide
on still afternoons?
Will moments like this
be held in time,
to gaze on the bounty of earth sublime,
and if an ache
exists in me
I’ll set my feet
on sage green fields,
where wild geese call out to their mates,
in ceremonies of lavish grace…
©AllysoAlly2018
Six-Word Saturday
Every little thing’s gonna be alright
In dark Forests…
“When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope”― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
In dark forests
of sadness,
I knelt down and prayed.
Every little disturbance
had made me feel afraid.
I’d lost my footing on pathways of despair,
the devastation,
was more than I could bear!
The mist was gathering,
I was discouraged and alone,
and in the murky twilight
I felt totally exposed.
Darkness converged,
and strange sounds could be heard,
in eerie aspects
everything grew blurred…,
Then those who’d been before me
acknowledged my fear,
and with their reassurance
the pathway
became clear…
©AllysoAlly2018
