SOS

Countless red and white sparks

Broken apart by cement barriers

The flicker nearly in unison

Sending out a cry of help

Like an SOS for nature

Metamorphosis

The duet fills my home

With their convictions

And I dance

Cooking and singing along

Feeling the strength

Building inside

Of my very own chest

I feel the passion

Returning and burning

Beholding my own

Metamorphosis

Being reminded

Remembering who I am

Behind the stress

.

Remembering who I want to be

Without other lives expectations

.

It will mean having to say

That dreaded goodbye to some

People and things

But already I am lifted

From this reminding

Countdown

The countdown has begun

Another day marked off

On the mental calendar

That of late reminds me of

The little engine that could

I think I can, I think I can

.

To get through the hurdle

To smile at the end

At the prize and the goal

.

I think I can, I think I can

The countdown is nearly over.

Heavy

Heavy and thick

I sit bloated and swollen

The thwunk of the uneven road

Lulling my eyes

Already heavy with unnatural colour

Lower and lower

So I feel the tickle of my lashes

Against the skin beneath my eyes

Restringing

Viciously removed

Unplucked and unwound

To the rhythm of someone else's desires

There is a hollow sound

With each movement

And breath

And then a silence

Tick

Tick

Tick

Slowly the packets are opened

One at a time

The care given with strong

Agile hands

Caring and knowing

One by one they restring

Soothe and heal

Coffee

Too long it has been

The bitter sweet taste

Upon the tip of my tongue

It caresses my mouth

Like a long lost lover

And sends my nerves into heaven