For a Moment
And for a moment,
Everything was softness and stillness
And no in-betweens,
And she felt like this time,
This silken rosy beautiful time,
She had mastered the storm
For good.
Lionheart
You burned like a crust of sad toast,
Screeching scorching charcoal black
Until the whites of your eyes weren’t
White anymore. A frail, knobby-kneed,
Waifish figure of ash that stumbled
When it walked, stepping on itself,
Crumbling down into itself. But you
Were still like sunflowers and cinnamon
And streams of stain-glass light, you
Stood up shaking on your own ashheap
Until the morning made you clean and bright.
And the very bravest part of you was how
You were afraid. That you stood there with
Tears on your cheeks scarred and resplendent,
A thorny rose in a still scared garden, a star that
Foretold its own death but promised life.
Bold as a secret, deathless as
A note in a silent song, brave because
You can
Be what you know you are.
Self-Portrait
Blue eyes
And a yellow coat
Against a grey sky
On tawny wings.