Oh, Endo!

Unlike traditional relationships-
Our marriage began without my knowledge.
There is no way to know for sure
When you came to lodge.

We didn't start like most -
There was no formal introduction;
No "how do you do" or invitation.
You just became a part of me-
Without my consent
Your presence unrequited.

Stabbing pain-
A knife digging deep
This, was your first hello
So many years ago.
Masked by the pain,
By the bane
Of every woman's existence.

This ebb and flow - Came and went
Through the years -
Bringing pain and tears.
Some offered hope-
eliminate the intruders'!

--Ahhh bliss!!
The answer found!
You I will not miss!!


Stabbing, twisting, turning - you let me know
I don't determinewhen you go.

But I insist-
This symbiotic relationship must end!
'Remove the host it's no longer your friend.'

This time it's done
We've gone our separate ways
I am free the bane
And your pain!

Hah! You say
Since when do you
Get your way?

I get it now -
This pain, this relationship
Hidden all these years
Unnamed, misnamed and unidentified
Our relationship finally revealed.

'Call me by name', you say
'Then you will be freed.'
I shout your name - "ENDO!!"
I hate your name - ENDO!!
I really wish you'd go - ENDOMETRIOSIS!!

Soul Mates

The knowledge of that magical image will last forever,
Forever etched in my mind.
Mind and body, heart and soul;
Soul mates till the end.
An image that created the magic we now experience.

Compassion & Grace

Compassion and grace
-You loved me when no one else would
You cared when all who could
Left when I stood.
My story told,
You took hold
And said "your heart is cold."

You showed me warmth
And shared its source
You fanned the coals
You gave me hope
Provided a rope
For me to cling

The fire is low
Please – I must know
Will it ever grow?
Will it blaze?
Will I be dazed?
Will I be warm?

WALLS

Image by watch4u via Flickr

The walls surround me

To high to see

To tall to jump

Can you lift me up?



The wall is thick My heart grows weary

I give it a kick My eyes are teary

Damn it's brick! The strength in my limbs

Slowly dims.

I see a shadow…



Who is it now?

Are you friend or foe?

A calming voice,

An offered hand

A Drop

Of blood –



I see it land

And the wall

becomes a set of stairs

I grasp the hand.

It's always there

Steady, ready, and loving

Gently guiding and reminding

He gave it all for me

Quilts

My Aunt Babe passed away last year and left behind a legacy sewn into the many quilts she created over the years. She was an artist of extraordinary talent and this is my tribute to her.

Quilts


Tiny little stitches placed with love
Connect each patch
Of discarded flower sack,
Rare scraps of material, and
Unwanted men’s ties to become
A poetic scene-
History in each square.


Her heart gently sewn
Into every landscape
Her life poured
Into each story
A blanket of warmth
Sewn with tenderness
Meant to be enjoyed


They adorn the bed
Drape over chairs
Brighten each room with
Beautiful, vibrant colors.


Looking alone is to
Experience only
A portion.
Breathe… in the fresh clean smell
Feel… the textures that warm the fingertips –
Soft wool, crisp cotton,
Silk and satin
Envelop yourself
Like a cocoon.


Feel her hands caress
Preserved in her masterpiece
A portion her heart
Forever remembered
In the stitches that defined
Her -
Quilt maker
Extraordinaire

Beneath the Golden Gate

Sunday afternoon in the park
Sand sparkles under the bright sun
While bathers bask in its warmth
Peeling off winter’s layers.


Families, couples, singles
Walkers, joggers, bikers,
sailors and gazers
Wander past.
Are they Coming or going-
Tourists or on a Sunday outing?
Picnic blankets and BBQ’s
Tossed balls, flying kites and
Frisbees fill the air.


As wind whips through the channel
White caps boil up from the dark
Green, brown and gray bay;
Dotted with brightly colored
Sailboats, parasails and kite boards
Criss-crossing the water,
Rising and falling
With the waves,
Tossed and turned,
By the wind.


Clouds drift across the transparent blue sky,
White puffs of cotton get tangled
In the golden trusses of
The vigilant bridge, as people
Pause and pose for the camera.
Hold your head this way
Lean on the wall just so,
Beneath the Golden Gate.


Written by ComfortWriter, 2008