November child born on the 8th
The skies were dark, there was a fog outside. I shouldn't have been born that day. But I was. Upon birth I didn't cry. It was expected for newborn children to cry, but no matter what the doctor did, I just couldn't cry.
Fast forward a few years and I cried. It was when my mother died, but only because now I could tell what was expected of me. I wasn't sad, I know I was supposed to be, but I wasn't. I mourn her every 8th of every month, but only because of guilt.
I didn't kill her, but I was guilty of not making her life easier and not being able to remember how she looks, without a photograph.
“20 Years Ago”
I planted a tree.
I prayed it would grow.
I worried about that tree.
When it was young, I had to help it stay strong.
Tying up the branches with sticks and string.
Guiding it through bad weather.
The tree was stubborn.
One day green?
One day wilted?
Once I stopped worrying so much, it grew!
Today it stands 50 feet tall.
Now, it can sustain any wind that blows!
The tree, no longer belongs to me.
I can visit it, but it doesn’t need me anymore.
I miss the tree, planting it and helping it grow?
My greatest accomplishment, by far.
I do not get, or take credit for planting it.
The new owners of the tree?
They don’t know it’s history.
Most will never know it was me.
Except for the tree.
On second thought?
Maybe not?
I think, even the tree forgot?
Sometimes...
Depending on the weather.
Benz
10/5/18
A Thousand Butterflies
One thousand bright live butterflies are trapped inside of me
They would look so beautiful if anyone could see
They're hostage to an unknown foe whose ransom can't be paid
Imprisoned by mistakes I didn't realize I had made
So few know that they exist that I am left alone
To try to free the butterflies from prison on my own
In my heart are great things I could do or learn or say
But lack the strength to do because I gave too much away
I failed to use good judgment while I thought that I'd done right
And now don't know if this would be a battle worth the fight
If the butterflies were set free would anybody care
Or should I just give up and let the butterflies die there
September 21, 2012
#poetry
Love Always Wins
Dance me around
I am yours and you are mine
Ignore the hatred
The laughs
We are human
How can I stop myself from loving you?
Show them who we are
By loving me
We don't always have to be on the right side
Sometimes the left side is better
Our smiles will push away anything
And at the end of the day we are happy
It doesn't matter if they aren't
It's life and hatred exists
Just know love always wins over anything
I am
I am a writer, a barber, a poet, a mom.
I am a daughter, a sister, a fighter with no harm.
I am a wife, a hersband, a grandmother with four grands.
I am a manager, an owner, a mechanic with all hands.
I am a supervisor, a trainer, a banker with no ends.
I am an artist, illustrator, and animator that blends.
I am an aunt, a niece, a grand-daughter and all.
I am a friend to the end, I will not let you fall.