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Knock ~NaPoWriMo Day 27

Was that a knock?, or am I hearing things, again?

I swear I might be cracking up

or maybe it is that dastardly bird Poe went on and on about.

Maybe it’s time I make a break for it.

But I know the romance of being on the highway is fiction…

I know things don’t always go smoothly

…at least not for me,

never for me.

I know that there are scary things out there

including the freedom I seek.

“Should I stay or should I go” I once again ask myself

and isn’t that a song?

I know I should go…

but my steel resolve crumples like aluminum foil.

Maybe I am all bluster and bravado after all.

Maybe I can only stomach the outside world in small bites;

a spoonful of indigo sky, a pinch of grass, a sliver of moon.

I shake my head to dispel these thoughts

and soothe myself with a nice hot cup of Earl Grey.

So once again, for today, I am staying

Maybe one day I’ll go

and maybe then I’ll stop hearing this infernal knocking on the door.

 

~Melanie Thomason

4/27/2020

 

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What are we going to do about it? ~NaPoWriMo Day 26

strangled by a smog

of hate,

greed

and inequality

birds of Peace

p

l

u

m

m

e

t

from our toxic sky

as un-ripe fruit

lacking nutrients & sunlight

prematurely fall

from overburdened trees

 

What are we going to do about it?

 

~Melanie Thomason

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Time ~NaPoWriMo Day 25

 

Another day blurs into another day

The days of the week meaningless

The calendar on the wall insignificant

The hours pass by without relevance

Clocks with hands that tick off the minutes

and those with digital displays both prove useless

Time is a human construct after all

~Melanie Thomason

4/25/2020

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Sorry ~NaPoWriMo Day 24

I cast my mind back

and try to count all the times that I’ve said I’m sorry

It is an impossible task to be sure,

as the number is bordering on infinite

Yes, sometimes the apology is needed, the guilt earned, the blame mine

Yet, how many times have I atoned when I had done nothing at all wrong?

How many times have I repented out of habit ?

How many times have I apologized for being me?

How many times must I ask for forgiveness for simply being alive?

~Melanie Thomason

4/24/20

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beach-hued rejection

I waded into the brisk blue water

despite of

or because of

my inability to swim

sun-swept memories

prove too sparse to rely on

for warmth

and I’ve been cold

too long

so I kept walking

slowly

until my toes no longer touched

the ocean floor

finding my body

if not my spirit

buoyant

i continued

to inch further into

the deep

thoughts of drowning

entered my mind

yet did nothing

to deter my progress

I turned to see the shore

far behind me

the beach speckled

with what i assume

were once people

if I went under

no one could reach me

growing tired, I waited

for one last sunset

and as the sun met the ocean

I stopped all movement

willing my existence to pass

I closed my eyes

as i felt the water

closing in

over my head

waiting for the searing pain

that comes from breathing saline

yet

suddenly I was floating

the ocean had spat me back out

it seems even Death didn’t want me

~Melanie Thomason

Reblog from 2014

 

 

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Don’t let anyone silence your voice ~NaPoWriMo Day 23

from Pixabay

No one can live your life except for you

Don’t let anyone silence your voice

You have the right to express what you’ve been through

No one can live your life except for you

You were helpless and small once, but then you grew

You can speak your truth; it is your choice

No one can live your life except for you

Don’t let anyone silence your voice

~Melanie Thomason

04/23/2020

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Thank you, Mother

In celebration of Earth Day, I just want to say

Thank You, Mother

on behalf of all your petulant, bratty, undeserving children.

from Pixabay

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no amnesty

youth, like delicate petals,

crushed under boot

innocence lost

but something else took root

words and hands

left a lasting impression

being born

was her only transgression

though her trust and body

were both betrayed

in her heart

was born this crusade

to speak for those

who haven’t the choice

to see the truth

and give it voice

Hear this, predators:

whether stanger, “friend” or “family”

For your crimes

there will be no amnesty!

~Melanie Thomason

reblog from 2014

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