The Little Death

Last night we danced “The Little Death,”
Suffering unmerciful heat of the Devil’s breath.
A warrior’s stance, you stood tall and strong.
Thought you’d go down fighting, but I knew you were wrong.
You had moved up as I was coaxing you down
With a power so strong you had hit the ground.
With a thirst for your blood, my fangs had emerged
In the realm of your vitals is where my passion submerged.
Still my victim held true as you drew out your sword
To impale my being without speaking a word.
The Reaper closed in while blood spilt on the floor;
Each thrust of your dagger was a rap at Death’s door.
Your health had depleted, not a drop that remains
Every sin that I’ve sinned had rushed through my veins.
Oblivion appeared behind your perishing eyes
Cause I had smite the life from your fiery thighs.
Your soul fading away, yet it’s still trapped within
And before you took your last breath, we had danced again.

Letter To My Daughter

Dear Bug,
You weren't supposed to be here
Yet here is where you stand-
Living proof that God heard me
To grant me the most selfish of wishes.
My body just kept saying "No!"
P.C.O.S., fibroids, a cervix longer
Than my womb, inflamed ovaries...
I have one fallopian tube!
And yet, here is where you stand
With outstretched arms.
Sometimes it's easy to forget you're six.
When I'm feeling down
Your hugs are there to greet me;
When I feel angry it is you that
Comes to tell me it's okay;
When I'm sick it is you
That nurses me back to health.
But I do forget you're six:
With a stomp of your foot,
Your hand in the air and a jerk of your neck...
You know you need your ass whooped!
And yet, here you stand
With your arms stretched out,
And love in your eyes.
"I don't know where daddy is, I'm sorry."
"I'm doing homework. Go somewhere."
"I'll paint your nails later. I'm tired."
"Do you know you started out as a stomach flu?
ANd it never went away?!"
"Didn't I just say I had to write this
Poem for class? Go that way!"
But you stood here...
Arms stretched with love in your eyes,
That perfect smile and said
"You're a good mom."

A Tragic Tale

Today was my first official on-campus day at school. Let's keep in mind that on very rainy, windy, stormy days I keep my rear-end at home. Life in a wheelchair is strenuous as it is- wet, ice-cold hands can hardly grip a metal handle bar (whatever it's called), the seat backing that acts as a sort of parachute working against high-velocity winds, water from the tires that soak the undersides of sleeves which in turn dampens the outer thighs, and to add insult to injury, rain tends to gather in places that shall remain nameless. (I won't get into slugs, worms, chewed gum, dog piles, or anything like that. But it's rather amazing how those things stick to a thin wheelchair tire, especially on rainy days.) Oh, and let's also keep in mind that I don't have legs...

So I'm at school. Two classes back-to-back, same building, same floor- the 4th floor. Did I mention it was stormy? So guess what happened... power outage! During class #1 it lasted less than a minute, so I didn't panic. But I had had a bad feeling all along, even before I went up the elevator. Being that it was the first day and I didn't want to get dropped as a no-show, I stayed. Class #1 ended. The lights stayed on. I was cool. It was about five minutes or so before class #2 began that the power was officially off. But class remained in session, and all the while I prayed for electricity. Instead, security came around to tell us the campus was closed for the day. Nice.

Yes, I was stuck. A little anxiety kicked in, the blue phone was busy, couldn't reach campus security from my cell, so I had no choice but to smoke (shhh, it's a non-smoking campus but I was going through a trauma). Power soon returned but somehow the elevators were still unoperable. Some jackass with an oversized wrench came up and tried to pry the elevator doors open. Yeah, that was my thought too... "Hell no!" Several security guys eventually came to my rescue and offered to carry me down in my chair. Down four flights of wet stairs? With no sandpaper grips? Without non-slip shoes? "Nah, it's ok. I'll walk down," I laughed. Piggy-back down? He looked about 2/3 my weight. "No, really, I'll walk." And I did. All the way down. My ass was soaked, filthy, damn near frost-bitten. And it poured all the way to my car. To top it off, it took 20 minutes just to leave the parking lot because it was flooded with cars.

The highlight of my first official on-campus day at school? Two minutes after I got in my car to leave, the sun came out...

The Glass Before Me

My every thought was of you
My every breath you provided
You were my world and my life
A love that's been shattered...
like the glass before me

The trust of my first love, now my faith in you tarnished
My dreams were a fiction you wrote
You've stolen what was rightfully mine

My heart was a glass you saw through so easily
So fragile, so easily broken
A glass you shattered without reason

You promised a great steed. I got a horse that is lame
The truth of another's narration, we've been separated by lies
Now my tears pour like rain

My every thought, my every breath, my world and my life
My soul laid to rest
Shattered...
like the glass before me

My Heart

Many will apply...
But it's few who'll have a try...
Only one will win.