Submissions by Lan4

Just tell me the truth
It's bad enough in my self-delusion
The self-lies I wade through
Be an anchor for me
Tell me the truth
Or at least your best version
I will believe you.  

I walk barefoot on the old concrete path
And contemplate the innate rhythms
Of the wildflowers with their purple petals
And insistent manner which says "I'm still here".  

Along the way, I will take communion
With the sweet strawberries--
Their red color a symbol of the willing sacrifice
Of my time and devotion

Kneeling , I pray to the rain gods
To dance gently on the dirt
And help the struggling sunflowers to open
And reach reverently for the heavens

Digging deep for the weeds,
I toss aside their...

My burka is invisible and a very lovely shade
Of perhaps green  shot through with a silken thread
I can see left and right and inside where I nest
And I never need wonder where I lay my head

It's constructed beautifully--made just for me
It's fits just perfectly so I can really see
My hands beckoning or waving--I'm not sure which
Going or coming--as long as I'm free

I surely can step out of it but perhaps it's best
To stay safe and secure in my invisible-ness

The secret doubt
Swirls
In dark corners
Like my soft long hair
Curls around my bent neck
And strangles me