She’s Compounded

How many breaks

Of bones and hearts

Fractured into multitudes

She’s many

Exponential

It’s worse than you thought

Or can imagine

How the pain is held behind a smile

At bay

For a minute

For an hour

For a lifetime

He had a temper

They used to say

But it meant more than that

It was a code

And I know there are men in the mix

Suffering at the hands of mad women

You know it two to too

Pink Floyd knew new nu

It’s women hurting women

Men hurting men

Even so these intimate disasters

Create the ruins from which we grow

Everyone is hurting but it’s worse

Than you know

Or can imagine

It all breaks apart

Shattering

and we all want to be home

safe

nurtured

loved

Lacking the skills to get there

Without a map or a guide or a road

We stab at healing in the dark

And cut ourselves on the tip of our tongues

What was said under covers

What was cried in the early morning hours

What was hidden behind sunglasses

What was hissed in the angel’s ears

Of pain and threats

No one saw

No one told

No one wants to remember

Until someone told

And people saw

Remembering it all

They blame the teller

Not the hitter

They punish the outspoken

As their fears push them further to the edge

Fear has a temper

Rising

And she’s compounded

Fractured

And the earth herself

Is cracking open

Grab your pen when the tremors start

Write out your dreams

She speaks

This reckoning in ashes

This reckoning is the sea boundless

This reckoning falling from the sky

She is compounded

Healing

The doves fly at dawn

The nightingale sings

The mockingbird mocks

The pig roots for you

Under the underbrush

Where the truffles grow

She is compounded

A rising vibration

Lift off or or be left

In the throws of the unsung

Stuck in the birth canal

Choked off from the infinite song

Hope rising

Peace settling

stomp once if

Stomp twice if you hear me

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