Buried Alive

Taking the time
to find the motherless child
who ran away
so very long ago-

buried alive
the goddess within
scratches
& pounds
with knuckles
bloody
& raw
on the barred door
of my being

soul
dehydrated
split
& cracked
longing for the swollen teat
of my warrior woman
so
that i may drink
of her courage
& find my feet
to run
through the woods
wild
howling
drying my wings
so that i may leap
from the cliffs
soaring
courageous
through the darkness
to welcome
the dawn
of my rebirth

Tempest

there's a storm
stirring in my soul
clouds are forming
beneath my eyelids

the tempest tempts

perhaps I'll give in
stop swimming
let the dark currents
pull me under
so I can finally sleep

Shredded

shredded
from the knowledge
that no one
wants
me
enough
   to be present
fully
    in my life

false words
empty promises

always that convenient
      bench
   to sit on
         momentarily
      & then be gone

a tree giving
   uprooted
  in life's storm