Hope Leaves

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Hope lives 
In yellow lemons heavy and ripe with the color of all sunshine.
Trees aching with sour bliss
Somehow finding happiness
While wearing the remains
Of lingering acid kisses.
Long before we arrived
All that light found a single
Branch. I look in my hand
Having the entire universe
Right in my palm.
Mystery peels back the misery
Replaced by heat and the scent
Of innocence.
Delighted by impossibility
I come forward to bear witness to pure truth. Belief
In the chemistry, tested and
Drawn from within me - draining
Water now inside Where floats my will.

I beam with healing light
So I’m told, that my Mass, all my blood in a chaliceQuenched a thirst
To pass all these tests.
So I dress like a goddess
Secretly becoming more
But less than something
I knew before. Born
Safely here in a nest
Like a new red Robin
Cracked wide open
Leaving his blue speckled crest.
My shell belies the crisp spring air
That I breathed in and out
Still miraculously
All these tasks unconsciously
Sympathetic. My heart, my lungs
Fill with hope for any cure.

So cut me open and free.
Anonymous files stored away
Alphabetically by a steady hand.
Surgeons can fix anything
Sewing me up from the edge.
And hope renewed, miraculously.
Singly, we file out into a streak
Of white where we become one
Line. Our years walk heel to toe.
My turn will come
Eventually like everyone’s.

Where does the line end
In shreds of curled ribbon
Ripped against a scissors edge
In colors I wouldn’t choose.
Yes, we’re listening
Our ears to the wall Without the next answer
All of us fail and fall.

Yet there’s hope for truth:
Every green springs again
Every blue goes black
Every white wing flies
Even hell finds heaven again.
Our cheeks absorb - All the tears
Our heads defend - All the rain
Our mouths reject - All the words
Our bones crack - All the power
Our skin thins - All the scars
Our hands open - All the love Our wallets empty - All the hope
The gamblers and monks
The grifters and punks
Laugh at the boundaries
Of who you and I were now
Crossed like electrical lines
Connecting us to switch
On our heart lights.
The same power to know my soulExisted before I rode this train: Crossing border-less countries
Aimless and naked
Alone and afraid.
Breaking into my body
Stealing my baggage
A common robber holds up
My bones in steerage.
I’m nobody anymore
But a body to tear at
Until I’m empty of anything
Of value at all.

As a spawn of the dead
A pawn of this life
For what I deplore
And who I defend
Myself against the punch line Bereft of the joke.
It’s no longer funny
But simply strange
Not hearing any laughter.

Climbing up a shaky ladder
To unlock the attic
My life lies packed away
Saved for a future still unknown date
I slice open the boxes
Letting fresh air inside
Wipe away the dust
And watch
My memories fly out like moths
Faded pictures of the past rise up
Ascend above the trees
And into the cloud
Pouring down onto rooftops
Where my hope still resides.

13 comments on “Hope Leaves”

  1. You are supported by us here and if you would like to contact me for some excellent support groups called healing Circles please let me know. I’m here whenever you need – please reach out!

    1. Thank you! And if there’s a bitter pill to swallow guaranteed we with terminal cancer have swallowed it while!

        1. Thank you from my heart for sharing your thoughts I appreciate you doing so and believe me having been a loving family member who stays by their side is so meaningful. My family has disappeared from my life and I need them now more than ever but they chose to let me go through this without their support. My step sister is the only one who continues to be a guidance light and support to me. I have many friends both online and some in person who are here – and for them I am grateful and fortunate
          ❤️ilene

    1. And you yours – and inspiring me to do so. It’s days like today when the kindness and high compliment of a friends means more than words.

    1. Thank you my talented friend. Sometimes there’s no less and no more than the conservation of words in poetry will do. Otherwise I’d go crazy with an effusive addled rant. Nothing worse than hammering readers when a more gentle approach to the complexity of emotions can better serve the purpose will do.❤️

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