Tombs. {poetry}
{Photo credit: Jen Young}
Trace the graveyards on my flesh
You want to visit cemeteries on the Earth
but I have tombs of wounds that are yours for the taking
Carry my bones in your mouth
Hear the chips rattling from the inside
Shouting my despair into the soggy air, haunted by my howling screech
Don’t close your eyes when they show me the ancient pain of your hurt
Coating my life in the bloody history of your war
Demand the answers while I crawl too slowly
Fanning away the buzzing flies from my past,
Chasing the darkness that I swallowed
One pill at a time
Anger, sadness, confusion
Numbness — stuck in my closed throat
Shake the dried leaves from my branches
Strike the wooden shell of me, your hammer turning rusty from my tears
Release that hidden lightening burning for years in my scarred trunk
Tell me to stop this misery — my own — and the way it dripped like silvery Mercury onto you
Poisoning the best parts of you
Shout your words, your love, your strength at me
Rouse my thoughts from sleep
Your words, my words
Soldiers in battle, swords raised
Because I don’t want a silent end
Hold my beating heart-scare
Between your gentle and whole hands
A light shining in your eyes at your knowing
Death Life Death
Tie my acres of veins around the globe
Marking our compass path of the future
The roads of the path like rough guitar strings,
leading the way out into the pulsing planet
Find the muscle of my Spirit
Buried deep within my own false chest
Bang your drum with the loudest of sticks
Send out the flock of blackbirds perched on my artery wires
Where did they go when they swirled out of my body carrying my fear, which dusted their velvety night-drenched wings?
See the lush pine mountain peaks of my depths
covered in splintered truths and lonely lessons
Water the dry, cracked earth where the sturdy roots grow deep, even in a drought
Follow the curves of my valleys up and down
moon-reach highs and mist-soaked lows
Bliss Dark Bliss
Visit me in my sleep when the dark heaviness settles around my body
When you hear me gasp
Hold me close
Suffocating the fear
Your protective courage ushering me to the light
Run back toward me riding your starry faith
Crack open my cold armor and find my crushed, folded butterfly wings
Your hand following the filament edges gently and carefully
Freeing me for flight
Was that you standing behind me in the fog of my dream so long ago
Demanding I open my eyes
And shove one foot forward on the grassy trail
Crying out that I can live
Breathing air into my lungs?
I have lost the angry screeching hours
The decision will be real now
No longer masked in my horse-beat flying hooves
But shown in a solid-footed walk to your soul-door
Where you grasp my straw-colored sun-bleached decision.
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Maura Coyne is a seeker, a dirty wild horse girl, and a lover of the passionate life. She practices hypnotherapy, equine therapy and energy/breathwork to assist others in removing the blocks and obstacles that often prevent them from moving forward on their life path. Teaching others to transmute the heavy and dark challenges that they face, by moving them into the light of creativity, strength and spirit, she is committed to healing herself along the way, and witnessing miracles in Nature. If you are interested in a little soul archaeology of your own, contact her at Wild Goose Farm, named for her patriarchal Coyne ancestral line. She aspires to continue going on wild goose chases for the rest of her time on the planet.
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