October Rain (October 16, 2018)

Hello Darkness

My old lover

We meet

Once more.

As the Heavens

Open up

With frigid tears

On my face.

Soul cries out

For justice

So long denied

In coming.

Forgotten

What true freedom means

Against the repression

I've lived.

Voice muted

Shouting

Against the sins

You've hid behind.

Words - pale shadow

Of what they were

Not so long ago.

When I stood up

In counting myself

Among your foes.

Now

Nothing more

Than a faded memory.

Like autumn's

Fallen leaves

Filling my soulscape

With their colourful display.

As I wipe

These tainted reflections

From my soul.

Therisa © 2019  

Author's note: I started writing this, as another October storm drenched Toronto, in rain. Darkening my mood, to stay in bed today. As I worked on various poems.

Dreamtime (June 25, 2019)

On reality's edge

Birthing hopes/fears.

Maelstrom 

Of raw emotions 

Lingering unfulfilled.

Existence - cruel joke 

Sans punchline

Lacking understanding

Logic/wit.

Wandering lost

Seeking lodestone

Guidance.

Leaving

Wilderness years

Behind me. 

In seeking 

Long hoped for 

Promised Lands.

Therisa © 2019

Author’s note: Scattered showers on June 25, is the genesis for this poem.

October's Tears (October 21, 2016)

That time

Of the year

Is fast approaching

For me.

When

Personal

And season darkness

Claims me.

As I sink

Into a downward spiral

Of pain and sadness.

Marking

The beginning

Of my SAD season

Until January.

Before

It clears up

Slowly.

Wish

I could say

Death doesn't play

A huge part

In my life.

But

It does.

As the raindrops

From a mid-October storm

Bathe my face

In wetness.

Hiding

The tears

From everyone's

Sight.

Therisa © 2016

Author's note: It's 10 days, before Halloween, and the fall rains have started, in part of the Great Lakes basin, stopping, only when the rain turns to snow, some time, in November/December. The 10 days from November 11th (Remembrance Day) to 20th (Day Of Trans-Remembrance), are about the darkness days, of the calendar, for me. With November 15th, being the anniversary date of my dad's death, in 1998. Also, the anniversary date of my self-acceptance of who I am, Therisa, in 2005, As I stood over, my dad's grave, crying, on a very mid-November day, when I realized, an inner true that I have been suppressing, since August 1977, I am female.