ash into paper

An old poem for a New Year.

the liminal life of m

ash into paper
it is not easy
-to give you my heart
–despite that it is hard
—withered and bitter
–and should be one fruit
-gladly disposed of
it is not easy
-to part with something
–i have carried so long
—though it is heavy and cumbersome
—-and my back gnarled from the pull
—i labor harder
–to set it down
it is not easy
-to give you this life
–to hand you such a horrid
—responsibility when i know that
—-you have such love for freedom
—but – here – here is my heart
–it is yours – and i can’t take it back
-just as i can’t turn ash into paper

I was looking for a good New Year’s poem to post and found this perceptive little group of lines from 19 year old me.  Time does not go back and some actions can never be undone.  A…

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. My most recent completed endeavor was finishing BA's in Religious Studies and American Studies. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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