For the Lost

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Hey you.
Yes, you. The one hiding behind a façade of laughter and everything’s fine.
You, too exhausted to get out of bed.
You, crouched in anxious trepidation behind walls of independence and strength.
You, who are busy, busy, always moving, always going.
You.
You’re not alone.

Look around. There are others near you, fighting the same fight, scared to let it show. Others who are lonely, and frightened, and lost. Who feel the air suffocating them and the darkness of the unknown looming. People you see, probably even people you talk to, who wonder if anybody cares. Just like you.

I’ve been there.
Been so worn down I fell asleep standing up.
So scared, I couldn’t see a way out.
So wrapped up in murky despair that I had to consciously name reasons to be here. Some of them seemed ridiculous (chocolate? really?), but when you’re down, anything can be a lifeline.

Others are oh, so worthwhile. Family, or friends, or the way you feel when you hear a beautiful piece of music. The sunlight, the raindrops, the stars, the shapes in the clouds. The first time you mastered – anything: Catching the ball, turning a screwdriver, beating that game. Being held, or the touch of a hand. Simply making someone smile.

Whatever your lifeline is, grab ahold and don’t let go. When it seems to get dim, hold the light it brings right in front of you. Make that decision to keep it in your sight, even if you have to consciously force it to be there. When the voice in your head speaks darkness and negativity, fight it with words of brightness and positivity and self-affirmation. You are unique. You glow. You deserve the good that you long for. You are worth it.

You are a beautiful soul.

It’s okay.
You’re not alone.
Take my hand.

We’ll get through this together.

 

Buoyancy

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The fullness in my chest
Swells like the tide
Rising unquenchable,
Unendingly hopeful,
Buoyed by the comraderie
Of my soul mates
And heart guides-
By Beauty, and Grace,
Fair Flora, and Fauna,
And Music, and Poetry,
By the blessings of
A life of Peace,
And the gifts of
The God of Love;
And Hope lives in me.
-KJ Roe

Kindred

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There is a language
that draws us all in
A cadence
that builds every bridge
Moments in time
held in crystal clarity
As the joy bubbles
up from within
And breaks out
in a wild dance
Of liberated laughter
And open-mouthed grins
And the music
A symphony of shining eyes.

-KJ Roe

Artist

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Deep in thought she sits
Listening to poets and singers
Cast their dreams
Like cottonwood fluff
Coasting on breezes
In search of good soil
To take root
And stretch
In new directions;
Hopes and sorrows
Dressed in words and notes
Full and robust
Clothed in nervous trust,
And she fills the snowdrifts
Of her paper with lines
And colors, putting form
To the heartsongs and
Soul dreams
Suspended in the air.

Limbo

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The soft hiss of oxygen
Underlines
Furtive whispers,
Talk of wills and bills and probate
Punctuated by
Sporadically yelled words for
The hard-of-hearing patient,
Delirium melding with dream-states
Interspersed with clarity
That births false hope
Of defeating fate inevitable.

Jericho

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It seeps beneath the walls
of our defenses
Finding weakness that
is really just vulnerability
undermined by uncertainty
and fear
It goads us into
retaliation
Or collapse,
Knocking the legs out
from under our confidence
and leaving us gasping
and searching
for a lifeline
As the panic sets in
And we recognize the
shadows were locked inside
us all along
We scream in secret silence,
hide it all with
brave smiles,
Take a breath, and another,
Open our eyes to find
Hope shining through
the cracks we thought
only pain knew;
Reach out a trembling hand
cry out with anguished heart
To discover the Light
conquers the demons
With renewed promise
each time we
Let down our walls.

-KJ Roe

This Isn’t Going to Work

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“Yeah,” she says,
“I got it,”
As the black hole
Opens wide
With its visceral pull
Like a painfully
Deep yawn
That never quite
Completes; then
She strengthens
Her spine, and
Looks him in the eye,
And walks away
With her head high,
Crumbling inside.

First Light

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River dances over stones,
Singing its ancient song as
Day awakens, stretching her arms
Through blankets of clouds,
Blushing prettily to be caught
In this early, tousled state,
Unaware her wild innocence
And dazzling tranquility
Inspire me to rise each morn.

Enchantment

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There is magic
In the beauty of the snowfall
In white-frosted branches reaching
Towards a laden sky
And moon shadows dancing
Amid star-glitter drifts
Reflecting a thousand-fold
The jewels in the blanket of heaven.
-KJ Roe

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