Day 132 – Dorothy

Dorothy landed and was dizzy and I
refused to help I finally took
a bus to Atlanta and realized
why not

I was not so great and powerful I
was small and very frightened but
I wished with all
my heart
I wanted to help but I
have no
pow
er
s

I walked along the dogwood trees in bloom she
would’ve loved them I knew my
jig was up she had to go I had
to let her go
she wouldn’t find those
dogwood trees
if she stayed with me

she found Glinda

Glinda has magic

but if Glinda goes I
hope she knows
she never needed magic never
needed anybody never needed
me at all

wish I could help
I always
wished I
could

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Day 130 – Rocks

I know I am filling up my days
with rocks so I can
talk about how I stumble
I know exactly why each stone
is not enough

I sigh each time a pen
finds its way to my hands,
each time I lament out loud, “If only…”
and put it down
for another day
which isn’t coming

I know the fire is dead,
all smothered out
by the pebbles that life has dropped,
or so I have to believe
to keep on believing

I’m smart enough to fool myself,
busy enough to ignore
that there is a current running wild
inside my veins

and it is terrified that I
can’t make a spark

Day 129 – Patient

You’ve been holding on
and they’ve been holding out

They won’t tell us
how far you’ve gone

Days and days of
holding our breath

but they don’t feel
what we felt

when you opened your eyes

they don’t know
what we knew

that you wouldn’t give up
so easy

Day 127 – Grief

Grief is very much like
carrying around a bucket filled to the brim.

No one asks why you’re tiptoeing around
trying not to jostle it; they know
one false move can tip it over.
Even forgetting for just a moment,
laughing a little too freely
can bring unexpected pain,
can pour you out