Tension’s Grasp

Tension is the place of change,

The factory for all things new.

We find the path to what can be

Between what is and all we knew.

When we flee from Tension’s grasp

So all our comforts can be clasped,

We find our progress, growth have lapsed

To keep our structures from collapse.

And yet, if we would just lean in,

Accepting that we need the stress

To forge a novel way ahead,

We’ll heal our worst and fuel our best.

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See Through

I am tired,

Also wired.

Tired of the willfull lack

Of knowledge, wisdom, the looking back

To times unreal or falsely seen

Through privilege’s deceptive gleam.

Yesteryear has gone away,

Into the past; it’s there to stay.

And just because it worked for you

Does not mean this was for all true.

The present is the place to be;

The future, we have yet to see.

The past must die, and there remain.

Let us learn and try again.

The weariness our culture brings

Also opens other things.

I feel the energy of all

The one’s that history recalls

As those who fought and struggled for

A world no one had seen before.

I enter now into their tale.

I may succeed or I may fail.

But one thing I will never do

Is quit before I see things through.

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Timelines

The past and the future,

All ever present.

No lines and no boundaries

To move from or toward.

All things are now,

Affecting each moment.

It all lives within us

As our lives move forward.

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Living Here

Seated in tears,

Away from all ears

In this sacred place

I let go to waste.

How could I know?

How else could I grow?

Yet still I do yearn

For the chance to re-learn.

From myself I stole

With my lack of control.

Blinded by pain,

Only now is that plain.

Yet I wouldn’t trade

All the progress I made,

Or the ones who sustained

My soul, and remained.

I’ll just have to let

My past hold regret,

For I need my hands clear

To live and love here.

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