Heartache

IMG_0056

my heart hurts
that our streets are filled
with a quiet sense of dread
I watch hope dying while fears are fed
and people that I thought I knew
just wash their hands and walk away
or buy into the promises made,
the broken oaths
laced with fables and lies,
no evidence of doing what’s just or right

my heart hurts
that our homes are filled
with anger and division and pain,
that we still have to talk about gender and race
because we aren’t all treated the same
and that’s not okay

my heart hurts
for the lost things, lost lives, lost loves,
for the childhood homes washed out to sea,
that all people have left are memories,
and still, some hesitate to help,
too concerned with themselves

my heart hurts
because we continue to pull apart
instead of pushing together

my heart hurts
because we are better than this

we have to be better than this

Breath of Words© 10/3/17

art: Crystal Lake

 

Dawn Will Break

IMG_9236

I watched you falling,
no wings to fly,
gravity pulling,
your eyes shut tight,
a monsoon of melancholy
within your somber heart,
secluded away in the quiet

and I just wanted you to know
that you’re never alone

when misty memories
weave inside your mind,
foggy fear and doubt
leaving no way out,
I’ll never leave you behind

let me take your hand,
and together,
we’ll wait
for the dawn to break

Ashley Jane/Breath of Words© 9/11/17

photo by N. Hienan