A Serendipitous Sojourn...

Thursday, May 23, 2013

now what?

sometimes tears form in my spirit

that my heart is not ready to release

sometimes screams begin in my mind

that to my vocal chords never reach

sometimes i find myself pursued by

a past that will not release me

and i struggle to reach a future

that has yet to know me

Image: David Colburn | In Every Sunset...

Tuesday, May 7, 2013

it [still] hurts... but, only sometimes

then, i remembered

and all i could do was cry

as the storm rolled in

foreboding night sky

ominous clouds boomed above

no way of escape

pain rained down on me

treacherous waves washed over

barely hanging on

faith shaken, hopes dashed

slow death among the chaos

but it never came...

reaching out
into the unknown,

sensing a power

greater than my own

[suddenly]

anticipation

[was followed by the]

realization

[of my]

salvation

confrontation of

melancholy memories...

pain, tears, sigh and smile

Monday, May 6, 2013

whatever you do, WRITE!

just write...

what you know

what you want

what you've lived

what you've seen

what you've heard

what you believe

what you doubt

what you trust

what you fear

what you will

what you can't

what you've allowed

what you've denied

write about...

when you lied
how you cried
when you stole
how you gave
when you told
how you knew
when you fell
how you laughed
when you fought
how you lost
when you failed
how you won

write it all...
the good
the bad
the ugly

exposing the
secret deceits
and internalized
retreats that let you
become as you now are

give light to the darkness
threatening captivity
of your creativity
permanently
silencing it

write to free
from
your words
your spirit
from
your soul
your destiny

write to purge
from
your mind
your demons
from
your heart
your life

write now...
and remove
the barriers
preventing
you from being

write it all out
individually
so that you may
gather the parts
in totality and
finally be whole

© 2013 Antoinette Dickson

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

haiku: they don't know me

false faces threaten

my longevity with lies

but they can't stop me

checkmate

we were a comedy of errors,
a tragedy of epic proportions.
despite the distortion of love claimed
we were pawns in a losing game
neither of us realized we were playing.