Dear Grief

Dear Grief,
Please don’t take me
to the dungeons beneath your throne.
Don’t make me call your darkness
my new home.

I
love the warmth of sunlight,
scents of blossoming spring air.
I beg you let me find my
way back there.

Don’t
make me your prisoner.
In your caves I cannot breathe.
My soul was meant to soar, please
set me free.

Or
chain me by my ankle
and I’ll rest within the trees.
Let me think I’m free, even if it’s
make-believe.

Normal

I don’t want the kind of normal
in which you don’t exist.

I don’t want the kind of normal
in which all you’ll be is missed.

Don’t make me wake tomorrow
and accept you’ve truly gone.

Don’t ask of me all the good, right things
when your absence is so wrong.

I will not live in an upside down world
of fragile, brokenΒ glass.

Asking me toΒ put back all the pieces
is just too much to ask.

I don’t want the kind of normal
where I wake and you’re not there.

That kind of normal isn’t normal at all.
This life is so unfair.

Two Lil Souls

Once upon a time there were two lil souls
sitting on the edge of a cloud.
The first one said, “Let’s have some fun! Let’s go!
Let’s play on the ground!”

The second one said, “I’m worried. I’m scared.”
The first replied, “I’ll keep you safe.”
The second one said, “I dunno. It looks hard.”
The first replied, “I’ll pave the way.”

So the first one jumped down and found a mother
and became a lil boy.
He laughed, he played, he skipped, he sang,
he amassed a mountain of toys.

“Come down,” he called to the second lil soul.
“Life is so great and grand!”
“I’m scared,” the soul said. “I love you,” the boy said,
“I promise I’ll hold your hand.”

The lil soul had faith in the brave lil boy
and decided to give life a whirl.
She leapt off the cloud to the Earth below
and was born a lil girl.

The boy taught the girl how to read and write
and ride a bike real well.
He taught her how to climb real big trees,
and wiped her tears when she fell.

As they got older he taught her to fight, not just stand
like a helpless lil doll.
When other boys started to look at the grown girl
big brother made all those boys crawl.

When big brother had two kids of his own,
sister knew he’d be a great dad.
He’d raised her like she was his child.
He was the best any kid could’ve had.

But then one day big brother got sick
and he went back up to the clouds.
“Where’d you go?” sister said. “Why did you leave?
You promised you’d be around.”

“We’re soulmates, lil sister,” he whispered from heaven.
“Now dry those silly tears.
I’m in the wind and the stars, and when you come back
to our cloud, I’ll be here.”


Dedicated to my beloved big brother, father-figure, and closest friend. May he rest in peace. 1973 – 2014.

Let Me

Let me hold you, wipe your tears
and press your heart close to mine.
Let me tell you it’ll be okay
even if it’s a lie.
Let me stop this storm from comin’,
or at least shelter you.
Let me soften the swift destruction
of the only peace you knew.

If I could cry your tears for you
I’d create another ocean.
If I could scream your screams for you
I’d tear the skies wide open.
If I could shatter into enough pieces
so that you wouldn’t have to
I’d outnumber this planet’s grains of sand;
the stars in the sky, too.

Let me mend your heartbreak,
be the haven where you rest.
Let me spend my life rebuilding
your broken, shattered nest.
If I can’t do any of those things,
or you think I can’t understand,
At least let me sit by your side
and gently hold your hand.