Resolved

I have wanted more
Than this, I have that is mine
A long, lonely time,
But now I become content
With all, there is for me here.

The many blessings
I now view with clarity
I am safely homed
With multitudes that bring joy,
Even alone there is love.

I thought acceptance
Was necessary to joy,
But now I am found
Content to be here, alive,
To navigate survival.

I have no rival
In this gentle full quiet;
Only grapple with
My yesterday’s self – competes,
“Be a better best, today.”

I am enough being love,
I have enough here gathered,
Life, LOVE, is reason enough.

This is another from the wee hours. When dark wraps around me, I turn to the light that is always present.

Borrowed Agency

My friends are precious,
Lifelines who anchor my soul
When storms crowd me in,
They are a great abundance
Of sweet peace borrowed from God.

No accident they
People my existence here,
They are Heaven sent
Provided for my troubles
To usher in blessed good.

They hold me by heart
Banishing the loneliness
Which wants destruction,
Gifting solace they rally
The Spirit, LOVE, within me.

Though some desert me,
There is a growing circle
Of care arising,
Fortresses of gentleness
Who dispense a constant peace.

The prompt for Prompted Positive Poetry is “Peace.”

Driven to Prosperity

“Live long and prosper,” quoth Spock,
As I sit on a tan imitation leather sofa
Watching a small black & white television
With the minty smoke of Daddy’s KOOL’s
Wafting around me like misty swamp fog.
“Forgive them,” He said, “for they know not…”
My parents bought an air conditioner after
Being told I would die without I had one,
But cigarettes, he did not know, at least maybe.
“Live long and prosper,” quoth Spock,
I wish his Vulcan self could have intervened,
Kept me safe when all my books were scattered
Over the pavement of the street and I was
Knocked entirely off my feet almost daily,
I got a suitcase for the books because damaging
Those hurt me in a way I cannot explain,
But I said nothing to justify the scrapes
Usually, I tried to limit the sight of my body.
“Live long and prosper,” quoth Spock,
His words were encouragement enough to try
Picking myself up repeatedly and pushing hard
To learn, learn, learn, I kept my mind in hiding
It could not be bullied, abused, stopped, turned,
It was a well-tuned engine fueled by possibility
And every particle I gathered and consumed
Made my hunger and thirst grow for something
Further, rarer, richer, deeper, more.
Prosperity only measured by my constant
Cultivation of the thriving garden of knowledge
Gained in a quest, I maintain even to today,
To live long and prosper without cowering again.

Overwhelm

We are not
What is seen in looking,
We are
Tsunamis
Breaking upon shores
Of non-attendance,
Overflowing with
Abundances of LOVE,
Overcoming hesitance
That stifles generosity,
Conquering those tendencies
To cloister ourselves
Looking away,
Welcoming only companions;
Nevermore!
Our storm-wake recognizes
The outright necessity
Of every life,
Honored, treasured, valued
As even we, ourselves.
The world is not
A vague projected concept –
It is us,
Every person counted,
Matter and meaning,
Not something which
Must be sought and earned
With transitory achievement
But a given right of survival.

Ascent

Have we
In this maddening confusion
Somehow
Found the thing
We always wanted?
Is acceptance finally
Come
Available as a torch through
These shadows we
Believed
Impenetrable
Pushed aside by the leveling
Become
Extraordinary necessity for
All of us.
Can the lesser important
Reach
The rare air of those greater
Who
Little knew how dark was
Living in their shadows,
Fighting the chill
When forced
Into places of inactivity?
Now eyes
Widened open
Appreciate what passed
Unseen below the surface
Of the glacier.
Enlightened thoughts become
The flames upon
The pyre of past rejection
Burning
Wild and catching breath
Enough to spread prayers,
Devotions, incantations
To hearts of melting love.