Poems on a Monday

Hello, good morning or good afternoon! Perhaps, good evening? Wherever this post finds you, I hope it finds you well. Today's post is really quite simple, just some poems I've conjured up in the night. Well, the first two are from tonight and the third one is an older one. 

I realize my poetry style isn't for everyone but I am not for everybody either. I write what I know and what is on my heart. My style can tend to reflect the hard times and the grief but I hope it can reflect hope and life, too. I know that the writings and works of others have so deeply inspired me and I know that if my writing can help or resonate with another it will have been worth it. 

Take care of you today and carry onward.

Always remember you are so very loved! 

-- 

ginger ✨

A Warriors Heritage 

Deaths solemn embrace

Found her lost again.

Beguiled to remember things

She ought to have forgotten.

Her earnest wish was to see the morrow

And challenge another sunset

For the sunrise would be hers.

Her duty as a warrior

To combat many a sorrow.

To contest wrongdoing.

To save future generations.

But haunts took her for a prisoner, 

Binding her in chains,

What was once free

And here lay she

But faultless.

Garments washed richly in hope

Turned tattered and torn.

One more breath,

Is there one more breath

Left within? 

She is unapologetically a daughter

Of a great heritage,

Of many warriors

Who burned fear at it's gate

With a flame of subtle triumph.

Who rode stallions

Through the night

Captivating with every stride

And taking back their glory. 

Cold, fragile fingers 

Grip the bars

Of a cell cemented in shame.

The metal to her touch

Like a stab wound

To the gut.

Pressing her face 

Between the cage

She lets tears stream down

Down, down, down. 

She lets out a wail

She shakes herself upright

Up, up, up. 

A warriors battle cry,

Wailing,

Weeping,

Shouting,

Glorifying.

"You will not have me"

This is her battle cry,

This is her battle cry. 

"The people that I come from

Are not held within chains

For they shatter them

Like the glass tragedy reflects in"  

This is her battle cry,

This is her battle cry. 

Ricochet off the prison bars

The strongest strength within her. 

Ricochet off the knowing of who

She comes from

Out of the penitentiary of brokenness.

She will stay,

Risen there

And stand firm.

For the sunrise will be hers.

The sunrise will be beautiful.

Stepping into a garment of

Unadulterated resiliency.

She will not fight with loathing.

She will fight with brilliancy.

With love. 

And courage.

"I will never give up" 

Our warriors battle cry. 

Darkness may scuff the heel of 

Her hope 

But the light within her will not falter

Nor fail her.

A streaming of tears may flow 

But for a moment 

Evaporating into laughter

For she knows who she really is. 

She's the warrior of warriors.

She doesn't stay down.

She doesn't stay locked in.

She breaks out.

She shatters chains. 

She acclaims her heritage. 

And her battle cry will be heard today.

And it will be heard throughout tomorrow.

Until many generations.

Deaths solemn embrace

Found her lost once. 

Life's dignified power.

Brought her back again. 

I Try 

I try to be who my momma taught me to be,

To be masterful yet kind,

Bold yet just sensitive enough.

To be humble with beauty

Letting the inner really shine.

Chin up but not too high

To sing with my voice aloud

And praise with my hands. 

I try to be who my daddy brought me up to be,

To be his little girl always

But with just enough mud between

Her ruffles.

Strong but know when to ask for help,

Laugh with my entire heart

Yet sit still with starry-eyed wonder

On a summer night.

To hold a hand

And be a friend. 

I try to be who my grandma dreamed I could be,

Staring fear in its face

And tell it "not today!", 

To nurture what's broken 

And bring a little joy

To someone in need. 

See beauty for all that it can be

Even in dull circumstances. 

Travel far, travel wide,

Never forgetting the pathway home. 

I try every day to be a girl,

In which my family would be proud.

I try to imagine what they'd say

If they saw the pain in my eyes

And heard the tremble

Between my words.

Scared to move forward

Without them

Yet scared to stay stuck.

To know I am human.

Often with a heart full of grief

Never fully wavering hope. 

If we had just one more moment

What would be their advice? 

To throw caution to the wind?

To pray louder?

To let it all out for

It's ok to cry.

Keep the determination

Of family gone on before?

Fight the good fight

But with gratitude and love

And never pride and hatred. 

Run wildly towards every dream

That sparkles in my mind. 

I try my best,

To wake up,

To show up

And smile

And stay.

If I can,

To encourage

Another when they've been hurt.

Bring an afternoon coffee.

Lift up my voice.

Hug the sad

Because I understand, too. 

Listen to the need

Because we all need to be heard. 

Write a sentiment so splendorous

Because you need to know

Because you need not forget 

How amazing you are

And truly can be! 

I try,

I try my best,

I try for my friends,

I try for my family,

I try for my faith,

I just try my best

To be me. 

The Unsaid 

As it has been said

We leave so much left unsaid

And I've always wondered why

Is it stubborn pride

Does it just miss the tip of our tongue

Before they walk out the door

Why don't we say the things we should say?

The "I love you's" 

The "I forgive you's" 

The "I appreciate you's"

The "I'm sorry's"

Is it the dreaded what if? 

What if it's rejected? 

What if it isn't reciprocated? 

Is it fear?

That keeps the unsaid unsaid?

Or the thought that 

There's always tomorrow

I'll call them tomorrow 

I'll see them tomorrow

Tomorrow is never promised

This we know

But we hold onto an unpromised promise

That it'll meet us in the morning

I'll do it later

There's always later

Until it's too late

And life

Yes, life is crazy

And we are human beings

For goodness sake

We aren't machines

We get so busy

We get so tied up in knots

And we forget

Not always by intent

But busy is a thief 

A thief of time

And time is precious

Time is a gift 

From your very own life

That you can never get back 

We get to choose

How we'll use it

Who we'll use it on

How we'll spend it

But we will never get it back

I've left so many things

Unsaid

So many

I love you's

I forgive you's

I appreciate you's

I'm sorry's

Thank you's

The goodbye's

I wish you were here's

You're beautiful's

Your love matter's

And they lay waiting

At the door 

Like a starryeyed

Puppy

And then the ones

That so desperately

Needed to hear it

Left 

So soon

Too soon

I didn't know

It would be the last time

The last chance

A good word said

Is like a kiss to the heart

A hug to the soul

A bandaid to the wound

A skip to the foot

And I'm not saying

We don't try

I'm not saying

We don't have the best intentions

I'm just saying

No, I'm begging you

Tell them

Your babies

Your partner

Your parents

Your friends

Your people

Just tell them 

What is on your heart

The tip of your tongue

Before they walk out the door

I'm just saying that

You'll never regret it

I never got to say goodbye to

My sweet, sweet daddy

Or that I love you so

Or that I'd meet him on the other side

I never got to tell my mom

I'm sorry 

I know you tried your hardest 

I never got to tell her thank you

I never took the phone call 

From my friend

Who called to say

The fight here on earth with the cancer 

Is done 

And we're going home 

She called to say goodbye

While my goodbye and

Thank you for being such a good

Friend to me

Shattered like glass from

A stray bullet 

And I was too busy

I listened to her message two days

After she went unresponsive 

I hold regret

In the palms of my hands

And I pray they knew

What I left unsaid