400 N going West
I feel it in the rain
whatever's coming
checked the creek go'n over the bridge
had a hunch it was flooding
and it yep the stream was lapping the banks
my guess forty-seconds to two-minutes without a rain break
and there'll be water touching the edges of the dip in the road
if it keeps up I'll have to take Greensburg home.
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@ b y k a i l e y a n n
#poetry #poem #freeverse #naturepoem #nonfiction
House Sparrow / Fire Escape
You know your fires out
Spend the sunlight stuck inside
Stare longingly out the window
Wishing you could kill the doubt
.
You can’t help but be controlled
By your pained emotions
And racing thoughts
That try and haunt your soul
.
Hunched over, body aches
Working deep into the night
Nothing but a vessel
An organic machine, cannot wake
.
Wasted days, loosing time
Your lovely home
Now a lonely prison
Starved soul, muddled mind
.
You know your fires gone
A bird lands on the ledge
Their gaze meets your eye
Convinces you to fight on
.
Run free
.
Melanie Costello
Eyes Half Full
Hope is an overused term
But nothing else
Quite describes
The feeling I get
Standing in this little home
Ive made my own
Ive stopped working
In the banal regularity
Focusing on my whole self
In the now, right here
Comfort in the chaos
Its a wondrous world
When you block the worries of late
Quit the routine, turn off the lights
Watch the summer storms instead,
The lightning cracks and thunder claps
It crescendos, a grand finale
The sun peaks through
Calmness restored
The mourning doves and
House sparrows dance around
Telephone poles and power lines
The budding pagoda trees
Drop off their children in the yard
Hope is an overused term
But nothing else
Quite describes
This
Melanie Costello
@whitewolfe32
Into the darkness
It's hard to breathe here,
You’re suffocating in toxicity.
You try to blink back tears and can taste their salt,
wounds may heal but scars remember their own pain.
You want escape so you seek refuge in the safe corners of your brain.
You feel yourself slipping deeper but you fight back and at times,not only survive- you thrive.
But you know this will be short-lived,
For the shadows
always creep back in- stealing the light,
And you’re dragged back down into darkness like night,
Into those places where the pain runs deep,
Into memories like nightmares that won't allow you to sleep.
Daughter
When I’m talking to her, really talking to her…
I’m talking to myself. My younger-self,
and trying to say the things I’d want to have said to me, if I were her.
I’m trying to be the parent I needed. So I try to be the parent that she needs,
to improve myself to help her improve.
This is love. Unconditional. Pure.
Soiled only by the demons that have crept on my back,
I keep pushing them back;
The ghosts and voices of the dead and the damned, the righteous and the grand…
All take a stand.
She is not me. She is everything I am and could be,
and so much more.
I worry for what lies ahead on the other side of Future's door.
It’s not a pretty world, I say. As I try to explain to her,
Well maybe it is, it can be.
I’m not without fault. I’ve made my mistakes along the way,
Perhaps that’s why I’m more forgiving of hers,
I’d have needed more forgiveness when I look at my younger-self,
so I will give it now for her.
And in turn, I see myself through her eyes,
And hear myself through her words.
She mirrors to me, what I can work on within,
She challenges me,
my friend and my kin.
Amnesia
It’s weird
When you think of amnesia
You think of losing a lifetime
But for me
For us
It’s minutes
It’s days we have no memory of until someone let’s us in
It’s the little things
It’s the big things
That take so little time
That impact us for the rest of time
It’s not knowing how you got somewhere
It’s being startled when the TV plays a comercial
When a character was in the middle of a sentance
It’s the little things
Sometimes it’s memories you wish would have stayed gone
Or pain you never wanted to know
Of course it’s not always minutes
Or even days
Some times it’s weeks
Months
Even Years.
And with the pain
Lie happy memories
Memories that I want to know
But I also don’t
Because it then feels like the abuse is excused
That the pain was Justified
The trauma was Justified
That I am Not justified
And suddenly I’m a little kid
I have no rights again
I deserve the pain again
I do not deserve to live again
But then I remember the minutes I’ve lost
I remember the people who lived those memories
I remember that they have my back
That I am not alone
However frustrating that may be
However many times I want them to stop singing
To stop critisising
They are there
They are Real
Even if we don’t have a diagnosis yet
Even if we don’t always believe it
We are..
We are us.
And That’s enough for us.
Evening Greetings
Hello sky,
hello moon,
hello stars
oh how i’ve missed you.
it’s been a long day
and i have tried so hard
but failed once again.
i am so glad you’re back.
i can finally relinquish the tears i held back
because your light shines down serenity to my soul.
i am finally at peace.
thank you for coming.