Not Another Read-through (Febraury 20, 2020)

It’s the month of fevers

People are looking for dreams

To hitch their wagons to.

In breaking

With the past

That burns arounds them

Filling their souls

With toxic exhaust.

To do otherwise

Is suicidal

Spiritually and physically.

Can’t stop the tears

Which flow down

At the chances

We’ve squandered.

Have seen the future

That awaits us

Horror filled nightmares

No one escapes.

Why adults are

Silencing children

With their voice of truth

For the choices needed?

Hiding behind

Petro-dollars bought

And paid for

Politicians and legal system.

As we watch

The nightly news

Countries burn away

Before our eyes.

Can’t stop

It’s our extinction

We’re driviing to.

Like frogs

In a pot

Of boiling water.

Therisa © 2020

Author’s note: A poetic tempo experiment. And yes, I had the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Can’t Stop, as an earwig, while writing this.

The Crater (November 3, 2015)

Sorry

I offend you

In my attempt

Uniting body and soul

As one.

Seeking

An inner truth

Denied to those

Who are born

In the wrong body.

Travelling through

Various minefields

And battlegrounds

You’ve strewed

Around us.

In your fears

And ignorance

Of what

You don’t understand.

Leaving behind

Too many people

Abandoned 

In pain.

Struggling

To crawl out

This toxic landscape

Into the warmth

Of the light.

Without leaving behind

Another stat

To be mourned

On November 20th

Day of Transgender Remembrance.

Therisa © 2015 and 2020   

Author’s note: I had forgotten that I had written this, almost 4 1/2 years ago. Looking back, I was so naive, in my thinking that things couldn’t get worse, for the transcommunity, but it has. Just hope that Trump isn’t elected for another 4 year term, as President of the United States.

No Turning Back (February 1, 2020)

Go ahead

Walk away

From me.

Abandoned

In my time

Of need.

Starting

My biggest journey

Without you.

Freeing myself

From the hate

You call love.

Wiping away

Tears of shame

I've held close.

Displaying the bruises

You left behind

On me.

Won't come back

Blaming myself

For your violence.

Oh no

Those days

Are long gone.

For I'm a survivor

Who has escaped

Hell's Inferno.

As your hooks

Bounce off

My heart.

Discarded rubble

Grounded into dust

Under my heels.

Walking away

Living my life

In peace.

Therisa © 2020  

Author’s note: Alas, the editing was, the easiest part of writing this very personal

poem, as I’m a survivor of long term abuse, from several family members. Who, I have cut off all contact with my last abuser, November 2015. The mental and emotional pain wasn't justified, in spending time with them.

Written for Earthweal’s weekly prompt: Renewal.

Just Like A Prayer (January 30, 2020)

Chaos

Inner journey

Of self-enlightenment.

Order

Knowledge

And wisdom restored.

True healing

Accepting

One's limitations.

Building foundations

Holistically strong

Weathering life's storms.

Unburdening

The darkness

That once owned you.

Regardless

What others think

As the Holy Truth.

Through lens

Warping reality

To their beliefs.

As you shine

With love and honour

For all - to see.

Therisa © 2020  

Author’s note: Took 45 minutes to write and 3 days to edit, properly. Sheesh.

Written for Earthweal’s weekly prompt: Renewal.