Grateful for friends and nonjudgmental ER staff. Feeling pretty close to my limit, but we’ll see what tomorrow holds. I can take it.
friendship
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Wonder Woman In Training
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WONDER WOMAN IN TRAINING
High school senior, Kate, is on her own for the first time in her life with no one to take care of but herself. Even across several hundred miles, her family crushes her independence and reminds her just how connected she is to a life she wishes she could change.
All This Wind
You shouldn’t be here. Not
with all this
Wind.
Tendrils torn
Sweeping loss, flakes of flesh
Bits pealed away
Steal away
up to the sky
This Wind.
Tumbling, stumbling,
skittering down the street.
Pressed to a wall, a fence, a tree
Brief rest before whisking off
rolling, tearing, crumbling
chunks of muscle
The side of your face
The heel of you palm
broken jaw
You shouldn’t be here.
Not with all this
Wind.
Walking
Will you walk through
And forget
What you’ve done?
Will you walk by
And forget
Who you lost?
Will you walk in
And forget
where you’ve been?
Or
Will you walk on
without us?
A Move to the Woods
I’d like to go for a walk in the woods
A forest
A grove
A riverbank
A valley
A wet grassland
A secluded marsh
Along a fallen log
I would find a tree and climb it
And sit for awhile
See the plants
The birds
The insects
The amphibians
The mollusks
The mammals
The reptiles
I’d live in the tree
Maybe just hug it
because it’s round
Deny
Creaking floorboards
Announce my arrival
Flickering lights
Announce my intent
Empty halls and silence
Greet and dismay
But I am
A willow
Bending back
But never snapping
And
A stone
Falling fast
But never cracking
Because I believe
Boxes
Digging through
Boxes
Yellowing tape
Peeled back
A clash of swords
A twist of pain
A slight of hand
A ghost of memory
Of me
Of you
Of Us
On Talking To Strangers
Yesterday
People looked at me
As if I were insane
Just making conversation
Chill out
Today
Conversations held
New with unknown people
We laughed
We shared
We questioned
We opened up
Tomorrow
I’d prefer more of today
Why Not Live?
Waking up on wet asphalt covered in blood. She should’ve died. She didn’t. Her recovery, lonely and painful, doesn’t feel like the miracle others are making it out to be. Every time she walks into a room, something bad happens. People are getting hurt. People are dying. She’s in their space. The only way to set things right, is to do what she should have … die.
