In a place unspoken ( for you who are broken)

Are you utterly bruised and broken
Totally lost in a place unspoken
Frozen inside some other time
Where you are the victim of a terrible crime ...?

Have you been  stuck in the motion of feeling it
That giving up on your pierced and aching spirit
You cannot even begin to  stretch or rise up
Because of what was inside your crippling cup?

No one ever really seems to "get you"
Or what you have been made to go through
Many are saying that they are  wanting  to
But cannot get past all of their judgments of you?

You must be therefore your very first savior
And push off the false ones who would allure
Promising you the answers to everything
But not  really in the mood for listening....

So now it is time for you to give into some crying
Letting go of  all that you have been so carefully denying
The words and the screams and the many yesterdays
That have kept you inside of so many of life's delays

         Healing comes with saying it's real, it happened.  and 
it's okay to cry ..  because your spirit..your mind.. your heart
was put through a terrible imprisonment and now.. you are letting
yourself  and them go free...






All poems belong to Joy Pachowicz.. no copying of or reprinting of without permission.. joydpachowicz@yahoo.com

Last night's storm

All around the winds were blowing
Lightning flashes were freely flowing
Sounds of thunder filled the air
Weather warnings were everywhere

Pouring rains and funnel clouds
Stalling travelers, stalling crowds
But the colors bright with  rain
Were like ointment soothing pain...

Now the creatures romp and play
Splashing through the puddly way
Gone the thunder gone the storm
All is well this Sunday morn...

Everything's speaking

Breezeless the morning is opening up the day
A few lingering clouds pass along the way
Quiet and sparkling the green grassy field
Hums its own melody: sweet sounds it does yield.

Dancing with lightness the suns sparkling rays
Wisp across flowers and offer God praise
Warming the universe and ruling the sky
The bright star of morning is in you and I....

Fluttering and floating the bright butterfly
Speaks to us of secrets that escape human eye:
"Before I was crawling and now I can fly
You  can be different if you're willing to try.."

Listen to the creatures, the flowers,the trees
Hear all the secrets inside of the breeze
Everything's speaking and telling us how
We can be happy: even right now...

The thunder...

Dark are the clouds that are hovering around
They are releasing the ominous sound
Though they are frightening:terrifying in size
These darkened nebulae are  blessing the skies.

Shaking the earth and charging the air
Flashes of lightning are here and they're there
Creating the ambient and frightening the eye
Thunder clouds are covering our view of the sky..

To the artist, the poet, the creatively inclined
This weather is so dreary but can also unwind
The energies, the music the wording sublime
So listen to it inwardly and let it be rhyme...

Remnants of those hurtful days

Though I am healing the remnants of those hurtful days
Creep into my hours and disrupt me in my peaceful ways
Sometimes the most innocent can become the most triggering
Unleashing those moments of the most traumatic configuring..

Even when I am in the cruise mode and nothing is bothering
Something will remind me of that yesterday so haunting
So I must reconnect then to those times once so  terrible
Until the good angels reach out and heal the irreparable

Breathing through spirit mode I am healing my mind today
Something has happened to bring back that old yesterday
Unable to explain it to someone who haven't gone through it
I leave this one flashback to the gazing Great Spirit

Whatever the weather...

In all of this hotness I am finding some refreshment
For deep down in my spirit is this intimate arrangement
Tapping into the depths of this everlasting sweetness
I can walk through this nonsense and all of this heatness

Yes it is summer and the temperatures are climbing
The temptation to become lazy is challenging my rhyming
But it will not be hindering me or leading me to  laziness
I will keep on with my writing despite all of this craziness

Can you not hear it that deep river flowing
Challenging and inviting and ready for our knowing
Taste of its waters and refreshed you will always be
Even in the temperatures that are soaring  beyond ninety-three

In every situation and in all kinds of weather
We have it within us the tools to un-tether
The shackles, the  bindings that keep us depressing
We are not meant to be victims of this spirit that's pressing

(c) joy pachowicz 2015 ... no poems can be used or copied without permission of this blog write ..thank you for understanding..