The False Calm

I turn away,
But the vision is still there—
I close my eyes,
But they still see...
I try to wrap myself
In a silk cocoon
Fade away into natures arms,
But these bullets pierce
The strongest of walls
This silence breaks
The hardest of hearts...
A metaphorical calm before the storm
When the streets run red with blood
Drained from brown and black bodies
And the very last breath is a cry for help
But the ears of the masses are turned away
They expect us to wait and wait, day after day
To die and to cry, to lay souls resting in the deep
Not to wake screaming from the nightmares we keep
Only to realize we were never asleep...

Church Pews

Familiar streaks in the brown of pine wood
Moving up the building walls without pause
Lit up in purple, red, and yellow hues
Refracted light from the stained glass...
Sound travels like glue
It binds one memory to another
As the old women rock in the pew.

Time is of the Essence

I thought free time was what I needed—
Empty days and easy planning
Where the words can flow freely
And stories can be told
But my mind is blank
And my body tired...
Time is not issue

Flying in the Sky with Wings

I watch the ground descend
Below me
The trees shrink—
Tiny green dots
Beneath
Long white wings
And I drown out the popping of my ears
Concentrate on the vision...
Hills and lakes drifting away.
The clouds drift on
Free and intangible
Flowing.

Crazy girl,  watching the sky
Around me
Open, untouched, and clear
Enveloped in blue
Saturated
In calming peace
And I want to stay in the sky forever
Looking down at green and blue mixing
Rolling hills meet rolling waves
I could drift above them
Quite and untouchable
Smiling.