oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
oh the days seem
less holy
when things go
just all right
as if skin cells
didn’t
contain endless
possibilities
and the hours
dripping, skipping by
weren’t
a dance
bringing reality
into bright, glorious being
“Mundane” – Melissa Kircher
when everyone around you falls
away
and darkest hearts
ruin your day
when fires burn out
and applause fades to gray
when the vibes are getting you down
I’ll seek you out
add my light
find your crown
when friends and foes
start to look the same
and doubt fans the sinister flames
when kingdoms burn
right to the ground
I’ll add my light
find your crown
when sunrise halts
and demons play
when love and hate
twist round and round
I’ll take your hand
drag you out of the bounds
remind you who you are
find that damn crown
don’t hide your face
don’t second guess the way
you know your heart
go on
add your light
you know what to say
“Add Your Light” – Melissa Kircher
if I looked at the clouds today
pouring out their wrath
I might question
the benevolence of it all
and on the other side of the world
stands a girl
ushering the water from the sky
with gratefulness after a long drought
two halves of a whole
the sides chattering at each other
and we must listen to both
then there is heart
dripping feelings like runoff
and my mind divides again
just like it’s supposed to
sinking down into the weight of matter
fingers and toes and noses
consciousness touching the earth
cracking open the spectrum of emotion
what a mess we are
a perfect storm
hashtag blessed, but for real
with brains and arms and all the feels
connected in an endless loop
the vibration behind reality whispering
peace
“It’s Okay” – Melissa Kircher
time goes by
and I
see all the reasons why
you and I
are in each other’s orbits
lessons learned
retinas burned
waiting for you to change
don’t stare at the sun
they say
but we do anyway
because we’re babes pretending to be grown
and we’ve both known
it’s not you, it’s me
hiding
from all I’m meant to be
and this is what we call
a relationship
two people rubbing elbows
and they don’t know
they are each other’s salvation
and not
weighing in
on the past that’s oh so present
no, that’s not what I meant
oh wait, yes I did
now I know to love you
like lovers do
became my own darkness spilling out the light
“Orbits” – Melissa Kircher
she lost her heart to the broken sky
and the crooked beams
that fell from the moon
she lost her soul
to the jagged edges of the wind
and when the fall trees rustled
hollowly clearing their throats
the green spring branches
wrapped their hands around her like a cloak
and healed all the bleeding pieces of her love
go ahead, look me in the eye
there’s nothing left to hide
burnished to a polished shine
turned dull
the ache
the ache
let the damn mirror break
do not be ashamed
we all have wounds
where the pain likes to play
a stranger, a soul
someone I didn’t know
not now what I behold
what I see is fire, passion
lightning gold
when thunder rolls
we planted a garden
under the gray
this day is dawning
bathed in moonlight
and night
is no longer the death knell
I may never understand
what it is that drives you
to see me burn
but what I see now
don’t look away
stay
a me, not perfect, but good enough
and where places rubbing rough
is what makes it all interesting
do not be ashamed
you are loved you are claimed
the is the me that was lost
oh how I love you
you are found
do not be afraid
do not be afraid
you are found
you are found
-Melissa Kircher
if I let out the pain
it will shatter galaxies
I said
that’s fine
she replied
I made lots of them
you can break a few
“She” – Melissa Kircher
[liminal]
where life-blood has dripped out
and not yet drawn back in
the winter, where things die
but not all the way
though they crack and bleed
and look to all the world a blank canvas of white
something grows
deep and hidden
germinating while the cold wind blows that cuts right to the bone
when hope seems lost
and bright color just a memory
a tiny emerald bud bursts through the loaming
it has been there
this whole time
on the cusp of being
it’s simply that
change is a process
death and rebirth
and the long slogging in-between
“Liminal” -Melissa Kircher