This Demanding Pain

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“That’s the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.”

Yes, pain demands to be felt
An inferno arising from within
Refuses to be ignored
No point in placation

I have learned to let tears fall
Wherever they may
And I will feel no shame
In my submission
I give myself over to the tidal wave

Total surrender
As up up up…I’m carried
Then, reaching the crest, I’m pushed
Not over, but back
To fall and crash

Churned with the rocks and shells
I become smooth
Baptized in the salt of the seas
I’m one with the water
And the breeze

From below now calm tides
I see the brilliant dawn
Violently
I break the surface
Breathing life in sobbing gulps

Ivory wings unfurl
And I begin to rise
Wait and you will see
The dawn within my eyes.

-LM Jones
(Quote: The Fault in Our Stars)
(Image: Robyn Chance)

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I’ll Sit in the Ashes With You

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“I’ll sit in the ashes with you”
And here I sit…alone
Music lost its hue
No comfort for ugly bones

Ashes on my head
Ashes in my eyes
Ashes are my bed
Ashes for your lies

Cut deep…and watch it turn to clay
Flow and sigh
Red like roads where I’d play
Red like pulse…behind closed eyes

Little girl full of dreams
As happy as you’ll ever be
Trapped inside she screams
Please don’t grow to be me

Such a lovely mess, my dear
How they adore your tortured soul
Now black liner smeared
Mourn another piece he stole

So easily capture his eyes
So easily enflame his desire
So easily inspire his lies
So easily led to his fire.

Stir the ashes
Into crimson clay
Lightning flashes
On another day.

-LM Jones

Little Golden Bird

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“Who knows? Perhaps the same bird
echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening.”

Little bird of gold
Why do you never fly?
How can you sit so bold
With gathering storms in sky?

I’m awaiting the sun
For he never fails to visit me
Very soon he’ll come
Sit and wait, you’ll see

But are the storms worth the light?
My doubt was very plain
Little bird, suffering in my sight
It didn’t seem quite sane

Oh yes! Every moment of the storm is worth his rays
Wait for the clouds to pass, And I’ll sing a song
What’s suffering compared to his warmth upon my face?
He’ll hear my call dear, it shan’t be long

And sure enough she began to sing
The winds and rain did cease
I found a small hope upon which to cling
Oh let the sun come for her, please!

And it was as if the heavens broke
The light was blinding to behold
Then I heard the sun as he spoke
It was all as I’d been told

He wrapped the small lovely dove
In golds of the brightest hue
The storms had been worth his love
Her words had proven true.

-LM Jones
(Quote: Rilke)