Poems from Mary R.
Tell me a story, friend,
in the empty watches of the night
where only you and I exist on this perilous edge.
But don’t, don’t tell me about...
the irk of tumoil
tosses me:
a hell bound angel
or a demon bound for heaven.
unsure
at times
of which is which,
a breath away from saving...
sometimes
in those thousand single moments
beauty collides with fate
in delicate injustice-
painful regulation
and the absurdly terrifying...
You are more
than tears and dust and roses,
more than ash and blue sky
and old scars.
you are more,
beloved creature,
you are the wind...
you are more than the dust in the wind,
greater than the tears on your face,
braver than the lingering fear in your heart,
more beautiful...