Dead Weight Poems Wave Two
Pounding heart when she enters the room and
pounding hard-on because her kiss is replaying his fantasies and
pounding emotional effort rebuilding her trust because he lost it.
Pounding feet chasing after the children he’s promised to raise and
pounding life from the exhaustion of full work days and baby up at night.
Pounding down dreams he won’t ever give up and
pounding gravity to escape velocity and
pounding against what he almost knows but can’t quite say.
Hard Way Harder Way
Fetal position. Crying on the floor. Rock bottom.
Then I’m open to an honest conversation with myself.
Then my intuition is sharp.
God give me a message! I am listening now.
I pick myself up from the floor, guide myself
into an improved relationship with myself, and walk
into my next chapter. Months, years or a decade later,
I either remember or don’t. I have either learned the hard way
or the harder way.