North Star

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Inside her dreaming, I see her
Hurting
Lost
Grieving
Bags beneath her eyes from haunted or missing sleep
Furrowed brows from innumerable worries
Her will shaken and unsure
I know her well for she is me
Me ensconced in endings and beginnings
Me inelegantly navigating transition

The magic of dreaming grants me this opportunity
I approach her
My hair more silvered
My face more textured
My heart glowing warm with a joy for living
That felt so unreachable then

"Hello," I say

She composes herself and silently greets me in return

"I hope you don't mind, you look like you could use a friend."

She inhales unsteadily and motions for me to sit
We look out at the passing world
Quiet for an indistinguishable amount of time

"It will not always feel this way," I say

I take her hand in mine
She does not resist

"Do you remember when your children were babies?"

She nods slowly
Eyes unfocused as she touches the memories

"Do you remember the nights that felt so long?
The marathon of survival that was three babies under three?"

She nods again with a slight smile
Alighting at the corner of her lips as she remembers

"It felt like forever until you one day realized
You could sleep through the night.
You could establish routines.
You could start making time for yourself
In bigger and bigger doses."

She exhales
Her shoulders lowering a bit

"This journey is just like that one.
Unpredictable and exhausting.
Endless in the moment.
Overwhelming."

She looks at her hand in mine and nods
I wrap my other around our clasped hands

"This will not last forever.
You will find your way off your knees
As the weight of this slowly lifts from you.
You will relinquish your worry.
Your grief will fade to make room for joy.
You will learn to trust yourself again.
You will learn to trust others again.
Do not get too lost in your sadness.
Navigate moments of laughter and lightness
Like stepping stones amongst the mud.
Let them light up your eyes and relax your shoulders.
Let them propel you through your days
Until you are no longer keeping track of days.
Just like those early times in motherhood
You will awaken to find yourself on the other side.
Changed.
Renewed.
Rebuilt.
Ready to welcome joy and love and freedom willingly.
The fog and pain will clear as passing storms do.
This I can promise you."

She looks up into my face
Eyes searching mine as I smile and squeeze her hand
I watch as a tiny light returns to her tear-filled eyes

"How do you know?" she whispers

I pull her hand to my heart.

"Because I have seen you do it.
I have witnessed you rise from these ashes.
I know how powerful and radiant you will emerge."

As dreams do when truth is revealed
The edges of this world begin to dissolve like chalk in rain
The light of recognition begins to glow in her eyes
As I release her hand and stand
I step in amongst the other passersby of her dreamscape
My message conveyed
My job done
A voice from her future left to linger in her dreaming
Placing a north star in the sky of her darkest night

-gws

The Dark Side of Hope

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Hope is a fickle thing
Often false
Illusory
A mirage
A baseless promise

Hope motivates us forward
Baiting us with potential
Failing to prepare us for the broken heart
Inevitable after it evaporates

Hope is the rainbow that can never be caught
The dream that refuses to be remembered after waking
The gilded lie we tell ourselves to survive hell
The ten more seconds or minutes or days or years
We clutch with white knuckles and held breaths

Hope is binary
For all it inspires
It is equally devastating
Its dark face too ugly to acknowledge
Its broken legacies left to nightmares and Grimm tales

-gws

I Hurt Just the Same

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I don't feel well today
Reverberating echos of broken dreams
Aching pervasive guilt
Persistent pointless hope
That will not stay snuffed out
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
The sun still rose in a misty pink sky
The flowers are blooming and busy with bees
Birds sing songs of spring awakening
Amongst the newly sprouted leaves
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
Warm afternoon sunlight dries tears
That slip from beneath my sunglasses
The world assaults my senses
Too loud, bright, fast
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

I don't feel well today
I am told that time heals
That I'm doing the right things
That I didn't cause it
I can't control or cure it
Nothing is wrong
And I hurt just the same

-gws

Hinterland

Inspired by comics from Incidental Comics
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I looked out from the promontory of life
Across a vast hinterland
The turbid quagmire miles behind me
The frisson of trepidation abated for now
I wish to tracklessly caper in those hinterlands
Beneath a lustrous azure sky
Vesuvian days released to the past
Gossamer hopes eddy about me like a corolla
Hopes of enduring eudaemonia
No longer needing to latibulate in darkness
Before me stands my Elysian dreams
Filled with halcyon days
And tranquil gloamings
I will alight in a new and unblemished existence
A ruderal redeemed
Awaiting rich and fertile soil of a new life
Under the radiant zenith of a new day

-gws

In more common language:

I look out from the overlook of life
Across a vast unknown
The confusing, unstable ground behind me
The sudden fear of trepidation abated for now
I wish to tracklessly revel in those unknown lands
Beneath a shining blue sky
Explosive, volatile days released to the past
Delicate hopes whirl about me like the swirl at the heart of a flower
Hopes of enduring happiness
No longer needing to hide in a corner in darkness
Before me stands my dreams of paradise
Filled with idyllically happy and prosperous days
And tranquil twilights
I will land and settle in a new and unblemished existence
A plant growing amongst the concrete redeemed
Awaiting rich and fertile soil of a new life
Under the radiant height of a new day

-gws


Brown-eyed Boy

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He was a brown-eyed boy
Freckles on his cheeks
He shared his gummy Coke bottles
And always picked me to play at recess
He was a little misunderstood
But not by me
I saw him as kindred
He helped transform the gray playground
Into space ships and fantastical landscapes
It didn't matter I was an icky girl
Or that he was a yucky boy
He was comfortable with me
And I with him
My heart broke when he moved away
I never meant to lose contact but we did
We found each other for a minute
Just after high school
He sent me a letter and a picture
A man's version of the freckled face I once knew
Adorned in dress blues
I think I responded too enthusiastically
I never got another letter
And my heart broke a second time
I hope that wherever he is
He is happy
A brown-eyed boy
With freckles on his cheeks
Sharing gummy Coke bottles
With someone he loves

-gws