Poetry collection 4

 

Hidden Door

Hope to find something

Always opening what we can

Glass jars and beige doors

Envelopes and rib cages

Scouring the earth and ourselves

For something to show

That we are on the right track

Or a guide to what we’re meant to be.

Except there’s no hidden door

The answer in front of us

From the day we’re born till

The time we sleep our purpose 

is set and our life matters.

No longer must we search

When we realize

Within our hearts are everything we need

Everything we are

No more need for hidden doors.

Cursed Hardness

Cursed to be soft in a world

That wants me hard

Fated to be a lover girl

In a world that wants me

To hate my neighbor

Cast out to be gentle hearted

In a world that wants me

To participate in violence

Strong enough to say no. I wont do it.

You can’t make me.

A flower poking from the earth

Queer love thriving

And communities helping each other

Dusting off the dirt from fallen knees

Giving gifts of extra grown crops

Needled threads, pages that have been read

Gifts of kind words and peace,

I’m strong enough to say no to this world

That wants me to polarize

And enough to say yes to the things

That make me feel free

I never fit in to begin with and I wont start now

My self control is better than that,

My goodness allows me better than that

So no I wont be joining your campaign of

Hatred, polarization and self proclaimed righteousness

Ill be staying on my side of the fence where

The skies are always changing

But everyone is welcome, everyone is loved,

Everyone is safe and everyone knows joy.

Cursed to be soft but I can’t imagine

Cursed to be hard.

Growth

I stopped trying to be the perfect woman

And let myself be the flower I always was

The problem you can’t see

Wildflowers only stay green a little while

The seasons make them change

Suddenly the flowers aren’t good enough

The change is uncomfortable

We want them to stay the same

but cycles are important

They bring new and better things

If we stay the same

The blessings can’t join in

And life becomes like

A rock, strong but old

And stagnancy brings

Mold and moss both good and bad

But forward momentum is missing

So dont hate the flower

For its changing

Dont curse the moving winds

If you remain the same

Nothing new can settle in

And your cycle stops

Unlike the flower death comes quicker

To those who resist the change.