What to do with
All the bits and
Pieces that
Used to be
There but
Are not
Not quite ghosts but
Haunting all
The same
Remnants
Outside
On the edge
Illegitimate
(according to some)
in both sides of the
Separate/similar tribes
Trying to
say/think/do/feel
the
right
things
(according to whom)
That I might move
Ever so slightly
Closer
To the
Inside
Of you all
Wrought
Black
Rough
IronĀ
Heavy
the arrows
when they come
unwelcome
unexpected
Bitter Cup 2.0
Drink the biting cup
Choke and swallow and welcome
its sting
The worthless made worthy in suffering
Bitter made sweet in
the dark desperate despairing dungeon
Fermented
(but not to violent vilified vindictiveness)
Remade
Reborn
New wine
Good wine
Pure
Drink it all
Drink it all
And live
A good Malbec or a nice
Chardonnay maybe
(not out of a box)
Tangled
Life Meanders along just fine and Unravels in a moment (a second is all it takes to make a total mess) Right? Then begins the Untangling Unraveling the Slow Tedious Painstaking Courageous Work To become Whole (ish) Again
Oh Canada
Oh Canada I stand on guard for thee Be restored to Peace Kindness Love and Care for the least of these Your once welcome flag Tarnished now As raucous enmity Fills the air we breathe Peace be unto you Peace Peace be unto you Peace
Too
You're not enough Youāre too much Youāre too young Youāre too old You're too sexy You're too plain You know too much You know too little Youāve got two xās You should have one y You donāt fit in Youāll never fit in Unless we say you do (and we wonāt can't don't) Jesus Jesus Jesus Help me crawl into our Poppaās lap I need to hear Him say again Youāre my child Too And I made you Just so My child My child My child
In the Silence
In the silence You meet me there My heart rent before you And The broken spaces too filled up with My faults and theirs Your grace and mercy Your love and peace Restore Repair Renew Again All from You Poppa All from You
Skating
Forgiveness is easy Like skating on glass If you donāt peer to closely At the wrong But If you gaze long and hard And consider all the stuff You might go crashing through the surface And Drown
Hysterectomy
The searing heat sneaks up Surprises Roils to a peak And recedes Leaving me Tired And worn And wet And weak This poor bodies response to the loss of something core To who I am/was Its manifestation of Grief Iām sorry dear body Iām sorry I didnāt know what else to do You know as well as I that I Was Bleeding To Death Forgive me dear body Forgive me and Letās find peace For you Again
Colleen R. Jantzen 