Mythos & Marginalia

2015 – 2025: a decade of days


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  • ugly and unwanted

    We probably don’t need to be reminded, 
    every day, people in this world, in this life, 
    are hurting. Even yourself.
    You can feel it, some days more than others. 
    Most times you are able to 
    get past the doubt and delusion 
    for a little while. Most times. It comes back. 
    You know. You don’t need to be reminded, 
    but you are. Often.
    A scrap of paper, a certain date, a song 
    from a passing car, can easily evoke 
    feelings of anger, of discontent, 
    of a pain greater than discomfort. It’s there, 
    in the pit of your being. Cracks flow 
    deep beyond the surface. It is ugly, 
    and unwanted. A true hurt. A scar slices deep 
    into the marrow of your existence. 
    Fractures and faults. You know hurting, 
    or inching your way through the pain, 
    can make you stronger. You are not sure 
    how. Or when. 
    You do not know why. You know it hurts, 
    and you hate to be reminded. 
    How strong do you need to be? 
    How do you find empathy? 
    How is it you can see 
    circumstances have changed over the years, 
    but not the cause of the pain.
    All that remains is the hurt.

  • ;

    simplicity

    not achieved

    by trying
    too hard

    breathe

  • a tear

    I shed a tear today, 
    one for myself, and one 
    for others. I shed a tear
    on behalf of my brother. 
    My sister, I know, 
    will shed many of her own, 
    but I shed one anyway, 
    so it be known.
    A tear to remind me,
    again, of my father, a 
    bigger one then 
    for my dear caring mother. 
    I shed a tear also 
    for someone unknown, 
    but I read today 
    how the flowers have grown. 
    I shed a tear
    for those in pain, and for those 
    who cannot love again. 
    I shed a tear for 
    a missing child, I
    shed a tear for 
    my missing wild.
    I shed a tear, knowing,
    I must 
    be stronger, 
    knowing I may need 
    to shed them 
    a little while longer.
    I shed a tear 
    as I try
    to be kinder, every 
    tear I shed a constant
    reminder. 
    I shed a tear 
    and then realize
    how a tear reminds us
    why 
    we have eyes.

  • let it speak

    sit by the water
    planned or unplanned

    you will

    silenced by
    simply being there

    stillness

    unnecessarily understated
    naturally

    sit by the water

    let it speak
    listen

    it knows

    how thought is quenched
    as if a thirst

    sit by the water

    you will 
    you know

  • fractured reality

    when will you look 
    or when will you see 
    the eyes looking back
    belong only to thee

    how can you know
    everything you see
    decisions of the future
    are not what they seem

    what have you noticed
    and what does it mean
    is our fractured reality
    caught up in a scheme