One Year

One Year

 

since my little sister passed through

to the next dimension

 

Lynn,

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

 

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 and who we have become

 

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 on the Grave

Polarized

 

unbalanced

incomprehensible

 

the psyche’s fight to it’s own death

 

only unarmored

 

can I find the centre of

this storm

and the next

 

in not realizing the wounding in my own history

 

I can not possibly understand

its impact in my interactions with others

 

ignorance and innocence

is not a choice

 

I need to stand in

the vulnerability of being human

 

listen

witness

discord and anger

pain and grief

 

their story

 

I cry out for lost innocence

 

to fight another is to disregard

my own unrecognized inner turmoil

a discomfort not yet safe to be known

 

Standing up

 

my heart and compassion intact

I can speak a coherent message

 

no guarantee of being heard

 

I offer this new seed

to the grave

of my ancestors

born to heal

 

it starts

©R.A.Roberts