Saturday, April 19, 2025

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day nineteen

now there is only silence
and the waiting.
 
three days. three days. three days.
 
where do we place the body?
how long?
 
i was never sure what to believe.
all those stories.
 
i told you again and again.
 
it’s not all the weeping;
the gifting of spices.
 
the echoes of the past.
 
the portents of the future.
 
all of us sitting together
quietly.

NaPoWriMo 2025 - day eighteen

1.      i don’t know if i have it in me. there are too many wounds. i want revenge too often. justice too rarely. i can’t wait any longer.

2.      i only have these words to bridge the gulf. i want you beside me. who you have wronged. stay here. or wait until my return. either way.

3.      i’m tired of you being alone. it is such a burden. is there another way of being a family. can we discover it together. there are promises.

4.      we have all been forsaken. i am tired of all the waiting. what is the use of hope. you left me here and i still reach for you. your voice. your absence.

5.      i am full of hunger and need. full of thirst and desire. everything i want is wrapped around pain. is that what was promised. find another way.

6.      nothing is ever finished. sometimes things are completed. i waited here beneath the tree and there was only darkness and rain. and silence.

7.      we will meet again. one day or another. it does not matter which. perhaps by a tomb or under the stars. with the sound of trumpets. perhaps, perhaps.