Truth

This stuff is my truth.

It might not be your truth.

That’s okay.

Sanctuary

Here

We are proud to accept

The square pegs, the unwanted guests

The fifth wheels

The last choices for the teams

We reserve the right to approve

The desperate, the inadequate

The uncomfortable, the socially inept

Those who grope for the right words

We welcome without prejudice

The stutterers, the blushers

The shut-ins and the elective mutes

And the ones who can’t stop crying

All of you, everyone who finds it

Nigh-on impossible to fit in

We have a place, a safe space

Just for you

Here.

The Only Sound

If space

Were not a vacuum

The sun would be

The only sound

We could hear

Humanity

Would have invented

The earplugs

Before the wheel

To Hell With Modesty

What if

Your light was so incandescent

So magnesium flaring

It set the bushel hiding you

Into bright beautiful burning flame

Begone

With the firedamping false modesty

The ember extinguishing

Humility tramping down the

Ashes into silent, judging clay

Let your

Brilliance illuminate us

Banishing shade and shadow

Cast your starbeams over us

Let us revel in your effulgence

Burn, beautiful, burn bright

Work Dread

She hated her job

So much so that she would howl

Like a wounded wolf

While gripping the steering wheel

As she drove to the office

High Point

Some days

You could reach out to

The top of the world

And touch it

Some days

You just want to

Kick over somebody’s

Stack of stones

Some days

You are torn

Between the two

And fail

At both

Spent

A spent match, rubbing

Against a sandless matchbox

No ignition there

And the kindling is too damp

Won’t catch fire, no matter what

They Never Really Leave

They sit in familiar chairs

Potter in the kitchen

Stand in the porch like salesmen

Faces upturned, eyes shining

Patient, expectant, waiting

For you to remember them

Only then can they leave

But they’ll be back quick as

When you’d least expect

They never really leave.

You can also find this in In Our Own Words Vol. 4 - an anthology of writings by The Stepping Stone Scribblers, a writing group created by Stepping Stone Theatre at the beginning of the pandemic.

Previous
Previous

Thirty-One

Next
Next

Unsettling