Take this Flame

(Reposting from way back, stay safe, dear souls.)

I have a little light left in me

Stored up through seasons past,

A tiny flame still burning

Ever resilient, ever steadfast

And I see that you are aching

From the emptiness in your eyes

Caving in to inner deception

Lending your ear to self-made lies

That you are less than what you deserve

And too much for others to bear

That on this lonely, winding road

There are none who deeply care.

I am carrying this little light

Peering straight into your soul

Gladly offering up a bit of warmth

To make your empty heart whole.

Running Away from the Cure

I see the itch in your twitching feet

The instant the pain sets in

Stirring up feelings you cannot ignore

So, let the damage control begin!

Fleeing is not the answer

To dispose of unwanted sensations

They will cling to recesses of your soul

No matter the speed of abdication.

Take a breath and invite in the aching

Radically accept what you strive not to feel

Ask the curious observer question:

“What can I learn so that I can heal?”

You can choose emotional repression

You can avoid like a connoisseur

But when numbing wins over awareness

You are running away from the cure.

To Live Is to Be Brave

In a world of nonstop doing

Where worth is measured by accomplishment

Clocking in and out of consciousness

Half-awake in a monotonous trench,

We berate ourselves for dragging our feet

Rising up in the wake of a million defeats

Putting smiles on a hollow and weary face

Giving energy despite the inner displace.

No amount of promotion, recognition, or fame

Compares to the victory of daily breathing

When despair is the foe, and life is to save

To fight is to live, and to live is to be brave.

Riding the Wave of Grief

Such a minuscule reprieve

A blink of relief

Before the wave of grief rises again

Blindsiding, capsizing, crushing from within

Dissolving our freshly-paved resolve

To finally be rid of the pain.

While you catch your stolen breath

While you release those captive tears

Remember the pattern of waves:

To rise, to impact, to retreat.

It is a passing catastrophe

A momentary disaster

The ebb and flow of healing loss

Opening vaults once sealed by despair

Where unresolved hurts can find release.

So dig your toes deep into the sand

Clench your fists as you raise your chin

Ride this wave as it floods through your breaking soul

Let it purge the sadness left in your veins.