dreamers who dream of each other: a poem

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dreamers who dream of each other: a poem

Plant: A Poem

Sometimes

There is something in my heart

That hurts

And won’t leave

 

What began as an ache

Easy to ignore

Begins to beat with my pulse

Stronger with each breath

 

And it feels like my heart is a drum

A rap a riot a tattoo a fistfight

A blade with nothing to sink into

 

Oh heart oh heart

Your pain is not to be ignored

Do not bury it away

 

Instead

Oh heart

Take your ribcage full of hurt

And plant it in the soft soil

 

And oh heart I see the bruise where you beat

 

But have one breath of patience

And the pain

Oh the pain you planted

Has been held long enough

In handfuls of good earth

 

And oh

Oh my heart

Look

 

You have been hiding all along

In a field of flowers

And here oh heart

It does not hurt

Plant: A Poem

Mother: A Poem

She is the meaning of strong.

My mold, my maker —

And yet she does not make me her.

Forged of her fire,

I wear her eyes filled with flowers and flame;

I stand on the opposite side of her coin.

We differ, are our own;

See same sights in unlike hues,

Our differing views,

But still — the stuff of our hearts is the same.

Mother: A Poem