Shift – A Wise Woman Writes

Churned in chronic cloud

Wafted away

To tenebrous fray

I’m wrecked

Face down

Among ash anointed dirt

Abysmally amassing

Illness

Sadness

Death

So lonely

Don’t tell me

About reasons

Or better places

In this house

Where words are weapons

And welts wail long after

The belts been cinched

This is chaos

And I’m lost

Waiting for a day

When I’ll write pretty things

Now sweet singing is stifled

But for mournful melancholy

Seeping from my chest

Compressed

By weight

Of souls

I’ve collected

Disconnected

Rejected

Infected

Ready

For disintegration

To begin

Go ahead

Shift

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I Knew My Fate-1Wise Woman

 
I knew my fate when
Enraged voices penetrate
Vulnerable
Eyes closed tight
Dreaming of locks
Picked and set free
I knew my fate when
Words embedded
Forever me
Followed by scenes
Violent
Seen and unseen
I knew my fate when
Heart carried weight
Haunted
Day and night
Searching for savior
Bury the burden
I knew my fate when
Reflection revealed
Strength intrinsic
Click
An open door
Running no more


 

Ephemera of Abeyance – A Collaboration By 1Wise-Woman and A.G. Diedericks

age of abeyence

Buried beneath the valley

Of the shadow of death

Abandoned

In day-glow delirium

Stifled blessed breath

Veins spill vermilion

 

Resuscitated by the lips of Lilith

I ride shotgun

with this estranged soul

that forges my signature

Stigmatized traffic

Oh, irascible ones..

Must you vivisect me so bluntly?

 

My name in blood as

Succor for unsung sins

Yet you persistently press

Cold blade of consternation

To repentant chest

Left to exist in

Muddied ditch of condemnation

 

Idling ethereal essence

Clinging to determinations edge

Whispering wind torn prayers

Last lost breath issues

A final plea for clemency

Drifting into depths

Of umbral numbness

 

I wake up mourning

in claustrophobic skin

A ray of light

years away from consciousness

Sentenced to systemic nerves

I excavate, inebriated

for the ephemera of abeyance

 

1Wise-Woman blogs at A Lion Sleep in the Heart of the Brave and A.G. Diedericks is the alternative poet of Sudden Denouement Literary Collective  & the groundskeeper of Morality Park

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Edge of Mercy- 1 Wise-Woman and Kindra M. Austin

Edge of Mercy

(K.M.A.)

Cleanse me in stardust,

And I might apprehend love,

Cosmically;

For I’ve been shipwrecked,

Cataclysmically—

Marooned inside of mine

(1Wise-Woman)

Love screams behind

Clenched teeth

Just out of reach

Swallowed by time

Solitary supernova

Catastrophically

Unaccompanied

(K.M.A.)

Claustrophobic frenzied

Heart rattles my ribcage—

A prisoner imprisoned by

Distortions of love lost to

A realm intangible

Cerebral cruelty

(1Wise-Woman)

Calamitous heartbreak

Emaciated emotion

A last plea

Romancing the edge of mercy

Waves wash over me

Exhorting

Gracious galaxy

Essential escape

(K.M.A.)

Deserted, I lay in the sand and

Look up to the heavens

See the bright, desolate beauty—

Silver blue dots printed upon the black

My jailer knows no more bounds than my sorrow

(1Wise-Woman)

Saline azure sky

Corona Borealis and

Moons melancholy malice

Torments this love torn tabernacle

On the precipice of redemption

Before night is done

Echo gods call with

Shooting star shattering shackles

(K.M.A.)

Selene, Titan deity—

Mother Moon, usher of diamond dust

I am cleansed

(1Wise-Woman)

Love, a winged steed

Lighting the way

I am freed

 

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Away Then-1Wise-Woman

Then

Then, the day to day

All I could do was go

Away

Fear clouded memory

Duck and cover

Mind fucked like

A ravenous lover

Leaving me helpless

Weak

On the floor

A sobbing heap

My truth

Should be a lie

Just let me be free

The shape of fear

The shape of me

Hollowed eyes

Skeletal remains

Unknown depth of violence

The cage that kept me

Isn’t enough to protect me

The ones who are stronger

Yell louder

Throw harder

Stay away better

They mattered

I could be that

Away

I was tough

Away

I couldn’t be that at home

Among the ghosts

Of a catacomb

Never touched by sun

Taking out my rage on anyone

Except those who deserved it

That’s how it works, right?

Find the weak, the helpless, the slight

And let them have it

Reign down on the innocent

It’s easy

Empowering

It’s not you, it’s me

It’s my family

But you, brother

Where are you?

I thought we were in this together

I remind you of them

Of then

So you leave me

Alone

Standing in the middle

Of a battle field

We never asked for

Bodies cover the ground

And I recognize their faces

Fading and tragic

Lost in black magic

It’s almost over

The end of that circle

Only shadows for cover

Turned to dust

The cage of mine

Emancipated by rust

The makers will die

With tears in their eyes

Of guilt and regret

I won’t forget

Or walk the scar

Of that grievous history

I wished to be away

I can feel it now

As I drift out of the arc

Away from the dark

To the light

Of my own making

Changing the trajectory

Re-writing the story

Re-loving the testimony

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1Wise-Woman: “I am living, fighting, and thriving with mental illness and chronic disease and a need to express myself. Writing eases some of the weight I carry.” When she isn’t yanking shadowy strands of leathery clumps of unconscious, and tenderly placing them into word documents, she is creating at A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave.

Untied-1Wise-Woman

There is a darkness tied up inside

Breaching the boundaries

Captivity amplified

It’s difficult to breath

Contaminating me

Skin and bones

With no one home

But for all

That should not be spoken

Teetering on the edge

Elaborate steps to prevent malice

From being woken

These are the secrets I keep

Lest a stir, a face, a sound, a place

Startles the unavowed

So I tip toe around myself

And everyone else

Perpetually panicked

Cutting and drinking and starving

To leak it out, drown it out, kill it out

Time and connection has shown me

It’s better to be quiet and lonely

Why is the silence so loud?

Stuck between solitude and kindness

And repressed

Brutal remembrance

If only

I hadn’t grown in a box made of wood and danger

Built by strangers

They were so good at pretending to care

Hold me in your thoughts and prayers

Or please just hold me

So I don’t fall apart

Like a work of abstract art

None of it fits quite right

With eyes that see what they should not

Ears only hear what they want

Hands hide truth behind your back

Hearts afraid to unpack

I’m bulging at the seams

Forsaking my dreams

Made of strings

Insidiously unraveling

Dangling

By a

Thread

Scissors whisper freedom

If I could just reach them

But I am

Shackled and shrouded

Awaiting

Life

Unclouded

And a safe space to hide

Biding time

Until I become

Untied

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1Wise-Woman: “I am living, fighting, and thriving with mental illness and chronic disease and a need to express myself. Writing eases some of the weight I carry.” When she isn’t yanking shadowy strands of leathery clumps of unconscious, and tenderly placing them into word documents, she is creating at A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave.

Uninvited-1Wise-Woman

I guess I have decided

That I was too much for you

That must be why you left

It took some time for me to grieve

After all, I told you my secrets

Trusted you with all of my heart

But I’m okay now

I’ve learned who and what is important to me

And now you are feeling uninvited?

I guess I have decided

You are not enough for me


1Wise-Woman: “I am living, fighting, and thriving with mental illness and chronic disease and a need to express myself. Writing eases some of the weight I carry.” When she isn’t yanking shadowy strands of leathery clumps of unconscious, and tenderly placing them into word documents, she is creating at A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave.