Ache
The throbbing is deep –
Canyon wide –
Tears cut the gorge.
I scream
And the echo finds me
Right from where it was sent
I hope for a response
Mannequin still I stand
Hoping beyond hope
Just to hear him,
Even just to stand with him,
Again.
Alone, in a place
Called Hollow
I pitch my tent
And look over the vast expanse
Of the ache
That will never let me forget.
Wailing
I heard it first in Robin
The moment we received
The news
Of Tyler’s death.
She wailed.
The deep, gut-wrenching
Shrieks of agony.
I can hear them still
A pulsating memory.
It is not unusual
That we cry together
Or recount our individual
Trail of tears
Any given day
But this week
The wailing was my voice
Hearing the howling roar
Of my fulminating fury
Volcanic thunderstorm
Spewing, searing,
Scalding, scorching
Every thought or emotion
In its path.
After I recalled,
The subterranean hell
Cascading lava of
Schizophrenia Tyler lived with
Every
Single
Day.
There is no wailing without remembering.
Habitation
It has taken up residence
It inhabits my inmost being
It resides in my flesh
It beats in my brain
It crawls beneath my skin
It pulses in my blood
It waters my eyes
It twists my smile
It catches my breath
It usurps my thoughts
It screams in my emotions
It coerces my will
It is in my waking
It is in my laboring
It is in my sleeping
It is my grief
It is my life
It is my habitation.