Tag: wordswishesandwisdom

Already Gone

How do I turn down the pain?
How do I stop the loop that repeatedly plays your violent words that pierced my soul?
How do we recover from the bomb you threw at our feet so you could feel…
Better?
Superior?
Right?
I bled out from the wounds you gave me.
I died in front of you, and you didn’t even notice.
Worse, you didn’t care.
I have returned as a ghost, broken and haunted by unfinished business.
You try to act as if you genuinely care, but your concern is just damage control for your guilt.
Your guilt will eventually fade, and your resentments will return.  
But I am already gone.

-gws

Your River

A poem for my father

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If I speak to the river, will it hear me?
If I listen to the river, will I hear you?
Do you now know why the sockeye fight so hard?
Do you run free against the current with them?
Have they shown you what home feels like?
Perhaps you already knew
The river always speaking to your soul
Ever willing to sweep away your demons
I wonder what your favorite river is
I wonder how beautiful your heaven must be
I hope that your traumas from this life are
Faded and indistinct in their mark upon you
I hope you smile as you enjoy your river
I hope the river whispers reminders of your 
Worthiness and reminds you that you are
Deeply loved and deeply missed in this world
Thank you for leaving your poetry
Your appreciation of nature and rivers
And your love of the beauty in the world
So that I can know a little of your spirit

-gws

Fairy Tale

A poem for my paternal aunt

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You were a fairy tale
A daydream
A character in a bedtime story
You were the fairy godmother in the mythology of my creation
The accessible connection to the family I wanted to know
And like a fairy tale
You materialized into my life on a an ordinary day
Bringing stories, love, and family I never expected to experience
I could not imagine that my heart could hold all that you brought with you
And yet it does
As you fill in the blank pages of my storybook
With the missing magic words that make me a whole person

-gws

The Show is Over

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The time has come to leave the stage
The play is done
And its run complete
The houselights are up
And the audience has departed
Douse the footlights
And extinguish the spot
It's time to remove our costumes
And our makeup
As we are players no more
And yet we linger upon the stage
Yearning for one more act
One more scene
So that we can linger in an illusion
Of happily endings

 - gws