The new mother has nowhere to run.
And she is a new mother,
this is her first moment of motherhood.
Before the child.
In between separate births
of herself and her child,
before conviction.
The new mother has nowhere to run.
And she is a new mother,
this is her first moment of motherhood.
Before the child.
In between separate births
of herself and her child,
before conviction.
What am I?
In love with my shadow,
with the mirror.
All of me is all
of you.
How can I
be yours
and mine?
All my heart
is a dedication
to my soul.
If you take my stories,
I will be blind.
The cause of my suffering
is the cause
of my attraction.
I love you every day.
I love the looseness of your smile and
how gentle you are, you hold
yourself as your mother did.
I think we do not understand
who the other one is
without the shadow
of our selves
on our perceptions.
Still, I forgive you
and I forgive me.
We are less without
our shadows.
You are my
unburdened self.
And I need windows
to see you.
Where do you fly to
on the night of my death?
Without reason
and without understanding,
some may release themselves
at my funeral.
They will accept
that all we know
we find when
looking inward.
Be my one
flying with wings
or my feet
as I land.
In the wall’s shadow
I open up.
My soul with its
pains and treasures.
I do not know of
how far time runs.
If we were without
would you be here?
Would I hide from
the truth, or
carry it with me?
I hold myself
up to the light
with my hardened spine.
Against you
or against us?
If I left the shadows
why does it hurt as it does?
My shadow is my friend
and the one
who watches me.
You are my only home
I hope I will always know You
and be able to return.
As the one in
me approaches me,
and I forget to thank her.
Timidity is no
excuse for
solitude.
I began a pattern
of denial
and escapism
of the now-and still
with the hope to be
everything I ever was
without facing myself.
Your heart
is not my heart.
It is the shadow behind my tears
which prompts your
forgiveness.
Untangled from my
other self
who easily falls
without reason.
Hope;
the one I search for in you.
Yet you are here
and reaching across
as the sun falls
and temptation
rises.
I fall waiting for you
as you close me out.
What is love unbound
and stripped of desire?
By releasing you,
I make the world real.
Why do I fall to
the sound
of cries?
The loudest sound
is silence.