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The welcome #poetry

Your arms are wide
Your eyes are narrow
Your door is open
Your heart is closed
This is the welcome
You offer it to me proudly, loudly

I accept, I sign a contract

I decline, forever cast aside

What words sit behind your smiling, empty eyes?
The same words lingering on old, discarded sighs

You are the left over. The forgotten. The stalled.
The mother from a generation taught to fear your own power
Told to be a woman
Told to be quiet
They forgot to tell you the most important part
That you belong to them

Listen now to my song. It wakes the fear in you I know. The fear of missed and wasted opportunity. The fear of wrong choices, turns, paths left untended.
But I see. I see your longing. Your power. Your potential. And I believe. Even with your narrow, cold eyes. I believe in your power. Your real power. Not the power of the domestic. The polite. The quiet. The perfect. But, the power of a woman. A woman given choice. Opportunity, information. I hear your shackled roar. In the echo of your shouted words thrown in my face with nasty, poisonous force. I hear your longing. The depth of your fear that everything I stand for is on the side you know you belong.

I am the power of possibility
Of fierce and open love
Of honesty, tamed by compassion
Of compassion that has no boundary but fear
Of fear tamed by courage
Of courage given wings
Hear my song
Hear my roar
Hide behind your door
No longer
No more
We fight this out
Here and now

Your welcome has never been welcoming at all

So this is the plan #poetry

So this is the plan,
To channel all this
This hurt
This rage
This deep
Into words on a page
Words on a stage
For you here
With me

Sharp and pointy
On the edge of losing
How far forward
How far back?
Have you got my back?
You just saying that?
Spilling that?
Breathing that?

I’m thinking.
Feeling. Ripping, tearing, soaring and smothering
Breaking you
Breaking me
Somewhere in between

Left unsaid. Trickles on eyelids. Losses on fingernails.
Want to scratch your eyes out
If only
If not
You could see
The irony
And I’m laying
You’re not.
I’m crying
You’re not
You’re a wind up doll on a left over crusade
And I’m the casualty, the victim, the one who got in the way

This is family. New family. Made family. Forced family. I know I’m kicked. Not welcome. Left overs you didn’t want
But here I am
Ready to rise.
To dance
To love you
Like this
Over and over and over and over and over
Thank you