A Litany for Survival
For those of us who live at the shoreline
standing upon the constant edges of decision
crucial and alone
for those of us who cannot indulge
the passing dreams of choice
who love in doorways coming and going
in the hours between dawns
looking inward and outward
at once before and after
seeking a now that can breed
futures
like bread in our children’s mouths
so their dreams will not reflect
the death of ours;
Sometimes I wonder if there is an exact time point when we, the older ones, feel disconnected from the younger generations. Does it happen overnight or is it a slow process? When do we lose touch with each other?
They walk through my dreams every night
Haunting, silent, an essence just beyond reach
Supplying all I need and yet supplying nothing
“Sacrifice.” It means to endure a loss, to give something up that is worth a lot, for the sake of others. It means putting someone else’s needs above your own. To sacrifice is to suffer so that others benefit from it. The suffering part, that’s what bothers me.
We’re all bound by certain forces
The same as any one
Step out of the shadows
My little one
The heart will lie for its own happiness,
if true or false, only when the soul is at peace
that’s when the heart is truly happy.
“What are you doing?”
“I am painting our living room.”
“You are sitting in front of the computer.”
All eyes turned to look when he came into the room
They were rewarded with a smile that made them feel special
His hungry eyes searched the room, taking in everything
We all knew there was no loyalty present in his heart
We walk together silently hidden behind our masks. Secret thoughts unspoken, our words measured, our walls built, yet in all of us are the same desires, touching us, moving us if only so we may know as others speak to our hearts, we are not alone. We are hiding who we really are; only our eyes show the truth.
When I was a just a little girl I had a best friend named “Dusie.” She knew the dark secrets of my early childhood, back then when I was just a little girl and I still lived with my birth-givers. She was there when I cried and she was there when I laughed and played. She stayed with me when I left my parents house, to live with my Grandmother.
