Arduous Ascension

Don’t let yourself fall privy to excuses,
butter up your bruises,
abuses will slip from the surfaces they cruise;
and the crisis your fighting is lying,
those arms are made for flying,
no crying or reality denying;

Aimed for over the moon but it’s tricky,
the target isn’t sticky,
picky choices make your skin feel really icky;
and no, it’s not all in your head,
you really heard what was said,
what led you to find comfort amongst dread;

Treaded on the path that’s much less traveled,
looks like thickened quicksand but its gravel,
cavil comments won’t make the truth quickly unravel;
each step is heavy, but it’s made,
trust, be not afraid
hindsight to reveal you’re really glad you stayed.

Soiled

Stained soil
covers the blistered feet of the oppressed
whose stress amounts
to endless
graves
out of sight
out of mind
On borrowed time
born of flesh instead of feathers
Because feathers would mean
freedom
But the tracks pressed
deep into bloodied
earth prove capturing
Stuck only to what is known
without the strength or the
support to break the chains
the patterns of
obtuse abuse
until the screams escape
the long blocked larynx
that no longer
no more
will backs be broken
no more choking on submission
without asking questions
but a rise
like the crops planted with
calloused palms
to the pinnacle’s crest
where the only ones who rest
have been buried beneath the soil
from where the journey first began

A Terrifying Exciting Journey

There is nothing else quite like it
The journey starts with sickness
Who ever knew sickness could be so terrifyingly exciting?
Subconsciously enjoying every moment stooped over the porcelain god
Outpouring every consumed object, leaving nothing but your soul
Body aches so painfully beautiful, that you find yourself surprised that in just a few years, you’ll crave to do this again
You’ve seen it on others, but it’s different to experience
Sleepless nights and exhausting days
Still having to face all the normal responsibilities
The list of things to do seems endless
But for you, it feels worth it
Worth every moment that you cry quite literally over spilled milk
Or place your car keys in the freezer and the ice cubes in your purse
Worth every struggle to find something that fits
And those awfully frequent visits to those awkward waiting rooms
Filled with others who look temporarily very similar to you
And that final moment when the pain is so intense
So unreal that it actually feels as if you’re being torn from the inside out
And those five seconds after when you see what it was all about
When you see what was worth it
Pregnancy is an amazing, terrifyingly exciting journey