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


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






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




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


We choose “Oui”

My heart pounding

my survival fear activated



the environmental powerlessness

where any choice may not be the right one

relationships repeatedly misconstrued

by societies imperial conditioning


having experienced

abuse by numerous systems


the unchanged resurfaces


a re-traumatizing trigger

reminds me again of

my own humanness







momentarily overriding my thought processes


confused by




my cognitive brain kicks in




in these unfiltered  layers


there creates

a perceived need for self defence

both real and imagined


the ensuing



deem differences

as the dominating focus


can We

step back



an essential prerequisite

to sort through and revise

our accepted patterns

of conscious and unconscious

behaviours and judgements


are We willing to


shed old beliefs

casting off righteousness


to recognize each person’s

inherent value



an ongoing challenge to

becoming more present

to find the centre of each storm


the reality

that We are all made of

flesh and blood


sharing equal rights

to know


to be in life’s fullness in breath


trusting the song within

led by our gentle heartbeat



returning to

and arising out of

life’s beginning




choose “Oui”


© R.A. Roberts

This poem is in response to Trevor Noah’s response to:

I Weep

I weep


for all that has been






in not remembering


losses distort


resulting in



a need for control


to make things

‘feel’ safe


I reflect


what was the moment

of disconnection


knowing something was wrong


how do we find




venturing into

the murky layers

of forgotten memories


back to a place inside

when there was

no choice


to ensure




to construct

to make sense of


a reality that

still unconsciously



its beliefs and values


a part

a structure

a pattern

created by necessity



its valiant effort

 to maintain safety

in the external holding environment


I weep


for all the lost years

searching for

love respect dignity


life begins with love


not necessarily meaning

a parent’s  definition of love


as they may hold a

 spoken or unspoken agenda

current and ancestral wounds

a predetermined overlay


or no plan


consciously or unconsciously

impacting new life


So where does love begin

I ask myself


I believe

each new being

breathing into life

 is here



remind parents

open their hearts



a relationship

softening yet strengthening

their bond


creating a space for

potential healing

unexpected miracles



is always here


our soul

yearning for wholeness


searches for

returning to


light before thought

quiet before action

oneness before separation


birth and death

meet in essence


we become peace


we are love


I weep


© Ruth Roberts

Shape Shifting

being shaped embryologically

by our parents and ancestry


instilled through cellular memory



shortened or lengthened


our body’s and mind’s agility




the way we think and interact


reaffirmed through conditioning

establishing a ‘norm’


reverberating in

the collective unconscious


until we know its relationship within

we are unknowingly in reaction


from that which has been acceptable in our individual communities

each societies deemed ‘proper way’ to behave


how can we truly know the ground we stand upon

how can we understand and respond from our heart


a place that promotes universal harmony

respectful of the essential qualities of being

that we all are birthed of and into


unless willing to commit to

an uncompromising and unending internal review of

all that has been established as the status quo


protecting what may appear to serve us but

not serving our planetary living beating heart


making a choice to enter

into the fear


the possibility

we may not know the answer


trusting to venture

into the dark night of the soul


as the veil lifts


we discover


a light at the end of the tunnel

returning to our

interlinking connections


gathering in our

understanding  wisdom  grace


in this

we serve all


By Ruth Roberts