The cry of hope

   Have you ever felt that wave of
ohs that just settle across you after
long trial? The sigh that just pulls
you into a slumber after the long cry?

    Ever felt the wary moments of
exhaustion but still know that you have
so much left to do for others? How
about the weights of concerns sliding
off of you?

     How about the experiences of
not feeling the completion or
satisfaction of others? So much to
do but just not getting it done
correctly?

     Oh how the need to scream
echoes and the exhale explodes
within? Silently you say nothing
because you don't want to seem
insensitive or cranky.

     Still no one comes to ask you
your emotions nor your level
of tolerance. Just assume that if
ones you take care of are good then you
must be as well.

           Can I say ----NO!

     Still complaints are emptied
into the wind as the beckoning of
cries demand every strand of fiber
within your soul. The strength deep
in your spirit holds you up.

     Daresay you break the stone.
Daresay you bend in the wind. No
the water makes a new path around
your roots. So firmly you stand.
Certainly not yielding except for the
brief moment to breathe.

     Indeed you can cry. Indeed
you scream. Indeed you feel pain.
Still, yet, the voice remains quiet.
All down to your last goodbyes.

    Shh I have held you. Looking,
longing for the break in your soaring
joy. Still you broke only a smile to
make me see. No don't feel sorrow,
don't see my pain. Look passed.
Look forward.

     The opening of the doorway and
the hope. Indeed then you can let
all see we are both imperfect. Yes that
doesn't stop the depth of us. Indeed
we expand in memories. Exactly how
I want us to be.

     Roaming in dreams. Laughing  in
staged frames. Holding close the
promises. Longing for the opened
happiness.

     Yes. Yes can you  do that for us?
Can you be free one day to remember
me? Not be angry or lonely because
I left? Can you?

     I cannot be mad. I have no reason
to be. Just hold me until I grow
too tired. Love me until my eyes
close.

     Do you think I can be loved for
those reasons? Can you recall our
time, as happiness? Can you?

    I laughed. I cried. I hoped.
I loved. I played. I skipped. I ran.
I dreamed.

    Don't remember me in my oldest
days. Linger over the traces of
my beauty, over my grace. Allow
the sting of tears  as rain caresses
your face - think of them as my
gentle kisses.

      Oh how I want no anger, no pain,
no sorrow to enter your mind yet I know
you hide so much from me. Dare I not
love you more for those seconds?
Oh no. I am amazed how much you
inhaled just for me.

     Please open up. Let all hear.
Don't dwell on the pity. Don't
succumb  to guilt. Please feel the
joy of my freedom. Feel the air
in your face, upon your eyelids. Feel.

    Yes feel. For knowing I hope, I
dreamed. Yes I lived.