from Michnavs and Poet Rummager
Collage Art by Poet Rummager
Within this brick wall,
lies my heart where no light shines.
Rejected, it sleeps.
Hidden in the dark –
dreaming so damn hard and tight.
You’re not mine, it weeps.
In this tiny room,
my heart beats against the stone –
bruised yet still hopeful.
Bleeding and in pain,
it yearns to be free again.
Walls start to crumble.
Deep scars you might keep.
Love may fade, but you decide –
Are you strong or weak?
Haiku poetry by Michnavs andPoet Rummager
from Living a Beautiful Life
“I don’t like being touched.”
“Yes.” He knelt beside her.
“May I touch you?” He repeated.
He placed his warm palms on the front of each of her shoulders, and gently pushed down toward the yoga mat.
“Breathe into your resistance,” he said. “And release it.”
She focused on her breathing.
“You are safe.”
How does he know? She tensed.
“It’s okay. Inhabit your body.” His voice was far away.
Tears pooled in her ears, overflowed, and ran down her neck.
“Breathe into your bones. They are yours.”
from Louise Mensch