CHAMELEON

Chameleon
Your colors
Camouflage
Offer Protection
Make you
Relatable
To your environment
Always changing
Always Morphing
What is your true color
Chameleon?
Have you ever been
Your true color
For any
Length of time?
Adaptable
Stealthy
Your colors
Continue to change
For every situation
You’re in…
I wonder
Chameleon
What is your
Favorite color?
Do you ever stay in it
For very long?
Are some colors
Easier to slide into?
Ever get tired
Chameleon
In not staying
In your authentic color?
Or do you even realize
That your colors change?
Never really knowing
Your true color
Authenticity
Lacking
But you are beautiful
Chameleon
It’s dreamy how
You so easily
Change
Adapt
And master each
Encounter
With the color
Of your surroundings
Thank you
For the show
And the bit
Of time
Your color
Matched my own
We blended
For a minute
But I blinked
You were gone
A different color
Against the
Background
Of your chosen
Path
Gone
I don’t see you anymore
Against the Camouflage
Of the color
You now call…
Home

Perfect One

Just somebody

Is not your body

To love

Or purpose

They were not meant

For you

Just a some

Body

Your body was

Meant for the

Perfect one

The only one

But you rush

The loneliness

Creeps in

Rather than

Seek the

One

Who can fill that

Loneliness

You chose to

Awaken

The wrong one

Shhhhhhhh

Just listen

Hiding what is

In the dark

Must come to

The light

To set you free

And open

Your eyes

To your

Absolute destiny

So, don’t settle

For somebody

Stay in wait

For your

Perfect

One

 

Trajectory

Trajectory

Lost

Four years ago

In a dash

Across the country

Momma dying

Can’t recover

Reaching for the phone

To hear her voice

Text stream

She’ll never

Respond again

Trajectory

In slow motion

Time stands still

Sludge

Nothing is the same

Baby blues

Missed laughter

July pain

Grief swells

Without warning

Unconscious realization

Four years ago

In a dash

Across country

I lost

My trajectory

And time

Has stood still

I will never

Be the same again

But that whisper

Tickles

My brain

That becomes a

Scream

A rage

You

Will

When

You’re

Ready

Trajectory

I miss her

Every

Single

Day

Trajectory

Sliding

You died on a Monday
I wrote your eulogy nine times
She left with you
Things will never be the same again
Rusty sorrow
Grief creeps in unexpectedly
A ship at sea
Uncertain how to navigate
My now
Let alone my tomorrow
We’re here
Left missing
Poor communication
Slippery slopes
Where do we go from here?
I want you to fight
For me
For you
Broken glass azure blue
I need you
Wall so tall
We forget what once was and simply….
Slide
Unknown
You are still here— fight
Be all that you can be for your love of him
And what was
Now
You’re here now
Find your joy
Find your peace
Find your happy
I wait
For you
Missing him
Missing you
Sliding….

Your Mission

Wind blows

Legs pumping, swinging higher

With every push and pull

Snakes slither in the grass

Under your feet

Cotton whisks by in the wind like stars

Your mission accepted

Battle star galactic, a star ship officer

A princess

A Jedi

A secret ninja

Cotton puff lands on the tip of your nose

Tickles, sneezes and laughter

Time was so easy then

Not a care in the world

Except facing make believe giants

Wondering what was for dinner

The swing is rusty now

Dangling and broken on one side

The snakes are long gone

And the wind has stopped blowing

The stars wink in the stillness of the night

Beckoning

What is your mission now?

Masks

You wear your masks so perfectly
Hidden secrets
Smoldering anger
Deep sadness
You
Don’t
Know
Who
You
Are
But those masks
So perfected
You’re funny
You’re laughing
But your eyes
Are flat and tired
Your makeup is
Perfection
You move with
Such precision
Intention
All for others
Do
You
Know
Who
You
Are?
Those masks
Will crack
And pieces
Shatter
All over the floor
Broken pieces
Find yourself
Get help
Seek joy
Return to who
You are called to be
Do you know Him?
Hear Him calling?
Only grace
Will remove
Those masks
To find
The authentic
You
That
You ARE meant
To be

Scars

I have them
Lots of them
They mark my body
In woven connect the dots pattern
They tell my stories
Of a fighter
The life of a scrapper
A survivor
A dreamer
A believer
Broken pieces
Taken out
Stitched together
I step
I keep stepping
Can’t stop the wheel
Because if I stop
And deal with the scars
Will I like the woman looking
Back in the mirror?
They are my story
Of redemption?
Of peace?
Of hope?
Dark eyes stare back
I touch the scar on my cheek
Two inches
Covered in make up
Sewing scissors
Do you remember?
I don’t think she did
Broken pieces
Mending
It is coming
I hate it
This process
I think I would rather just step
But those scars… they are mine
The woven pattern of a life
Worth living
And worth telling
One day
But first I must connect
The dots
The pattern
Of this life
And stop
Stepping
For a time
To grieve each scar
And put them squarely
At your feet, not mine
I may carry the scars
You won the battle
Please stitch me together again
Only better