Poem #6 of 30
human movement minimal-
as if everyone but our small tribe
has traveled off planet
and we are left behind
uninvited to what’s happening anywhere else
in isolation
the inner voice yells its agenda
PACE
EAT
CREATE
RESEARCH
do something
do nothing
are they different?
now, in this void of action
left to our own devices
we sit like children
outside the principal’s office
waiting
for a ride home
I was angry
and I let it go
I was hurt
and I let it go
I was worried
and I let it go
I was sad
and I let it go
I was scared
and I let it go
Now,
it’s me
without the reasons why
it will never work-
I am free to begin
unburdened
If you had known
before you signed the book-
agreeing to this mortal life-
that you would know
first hand
first heart
what it would be
to rise up out of yourself in ecstacy-
to fold down into yourself in grief-
that you would hand your heart to someone
who would later, hand it back
scarred, with missing pieces-
the only evidence of an entwined life that would,
forever
define love for you…
If you had known
that those two-syllable words
would start your world
and stop it
in the seconds it would take to say them-
would you have said hello
knowing that goodbye was destined?
Word Ninja Girl 