tongonpig

forgotten packages packed 
away down below
i thought these little darlings 
died a long, long time ago

patience waits, denial dances 
away at my cave’s door 
chalky sign says beware
for you know not what’s in store!

out of sight out of mind, “i’m fine!” 
i cry and cry and cry and cry
and some more i cry and cry
i just don’t 
              know 
                    why

quietly clamoring for attention,
unpacked packages percolate
violence penetrates silence and
denial is no longer an aide

these abandoned little darlings, 
camouflaged in shadows below,
quiet clamoring turns shrill, sounding 
sirens of source-less echoes 

shocked into a pop-up game of peek-a-boo 
my mind shudders with dread,
drumbeats of scarcity and insufficiency 
again beat loudly in my head 

the oracles promise the stench 
of rescinded love and abandonment 
will spill out and evaporate
take my hand friend, today we make a stand

quiet my song of dearth and drought 
lean in and trust, for what is amiss
will dissipate in love as
nirvana and samsara share dawn’s kiss 

packages now open under light
a new perspective appealing
not all were even mine
other than for healing

with transformed fears, reframed relationships
now see those darlings as god’s sacred gifts
add awareness and touch of intent  
to feel the kickstart of 
                          my
                              healing 
                                        heart