One Year

One Year

since my little sister passed through
to the next dimension


my heart still aches

and my ears still yearn
to hear the sound of your voice

I miss embracing you
honouring you
in this embodied journey

when I wear something you envisioned
and brought into form

when I look at a picture you drew
hanging framed on my wall

witness to
the beauty
of all your creations

A sister intimacy

no one else can ever know
the impact of our ‘roles’
within the broken familial structure

we each survived

no one  can ever
understand our perceptions

who we were
who we have become
as a result of our history

I long to share more of
the “what’s new” in our lives
while appreciating
our individual evolving wisdoms

your unique presence
a gift in my life

love you always sis


R.A. Roberts

A Seed for the Grave

In this moment of

I feel

living limited
by an incomprehensible history

 somehow not realizing
the extent of
wounding of my own history

the fighting of another
is only a projection

a blatant disregard
of my own unrecognized inner turmoil
a discomfort still not yet safe to be known

thus unable to comprehend
its consequences

left bereft
with only
ignorant and vulnerability
to blame

the psyche’s own agenda
a monumental  fight
suffering until expiring

only in
being unarmored
can I find

the centre of
this storm
and the next

an essential shift
to learn
and embrace

rooting and standing in
the fragility and strength
of my humanness

inner stories

arriving with no
rhyme or reason

leading through
discord and anger
pain and grief

I cry out for
what has been lost

yearning for
where support is
supposed to live

an unexpected source
of healing emerges

growing into
I speak
a more coherent message

no guarantee of being heard

its purpose
unbeknownst to me

I offer this new seed
to the grave
of my ancestors

sacred womb


Ruth Roberts