Carrying You

When you have broad shoulders the world expects you to carry heavy burdens

The invisible cape rests upon those shoulders, evidence of all her strength

Although invisible to her, others see the cape and call upon her as a savior to save them from the ills of their own consequences

And being selfless she casts her own needs and vulnerabilities to the side in order to catch those that have fallen

Adding yet more weight to an already dangerously heavy load

Weighing down the spirit and overwhelming the mind

Yet her knees are made sore through supplications for strength to keep enduring

People notice her slow movements

Yet they don’t hesitate to add more weight

They are mystified by her resilience and in awe of her faith

They are selfish in their need of her and never take the time to contemplate her need for rest

She fixed their hearts and minds and mended their wings so they could take flight

As they soared onward and upward casting shadows on the source casting her majestic glow upon them

She gave until she was depleted,

sitting in stark darkness and when she called for help

They heard yet ignored her cries

finding it hard to conceive that the source of their strength needed support

They closed their eyes and turned their backs

Forcing her to face herself in the mirror and apologize for the lack of self-care

She had to apologize to herself for depleting her resources and saving nothing for herself

She had to learn the art of saying no and not feeling guilty

She had to hang up the cape and refuse some calls for help

She had to discover the beauty and necessity of losing the weight of other people

She had to master nourishing her own soul

And uncover the joy in carrying herself.

~micaiah

Love Missed

I haven’t written a poem in a while. I was just laying in bed listening to rain drops and this came pouring out.

Guess the rain did its job.

Check it out

I miss the potential of you that I conjured up in all my imaginings

When I saw what you could be, if only you were brave enough to grow and evolve from who you were

When I inhaled the scent of you and basked in the warmth of your embrace

I miss your lips implanting the sweetest of nothing’s as you kissed my 3rd eye and opened me up too receive all that was good, special and magical about you

I miss the heat that blushing brings to my face and the moist desire gathering between my thighs as I remember the sensual details you whispered of all the things you’d like to do to me

I miss the encouragement and support that your friendship brings

A pillar of protection from life’s storms and pain

I miss the perfect representation of Love we could represent by being our imperfectly authentic selves

I miss the security of knowing my heart could rest safely in your hands and you’d cherish it like the most precious of gifts

I miss ignorance being bliss and not knowing the emptiness of love missed.

~micaiah

Never miss your water

I offered you a big cup to fill your soul up

but you didn’t see the treasure

as you looked for other pleasures

now you can’t find a way to quench your thirst

thinking you could find better when you had the best first

trying so hard to satisfy your desires

yet it seems no one else can stoke your fire

should have taken that cup

now time has passed you up

as you stand there regretting

fate will have you witness someone else’s cup

be filled soul satisfyingly up

~micaiah

Words

I’ve loved words before I could speak them

They created lullabies in the womb by which I grew

Words are my music

They create symphonic images in my mind that stir my soul

Words have always held magic and power

The power to buildup and the power to breakdown

The power to hurt and the power to heal

The power to reconstruct your present and memorialize your past

Words run through my mind like cosmic rays of energy,

I connect with them on a spiritual level

Words lift me and twirl me around in dizzying yet gratifying circles

Providing comfort throughout life’s trials

Becoming my friend and confidante and sealing my relationship with pen and paper

Words are free

Free to just be

Yet have the power to be different things for different people and situations

Words tend to knowledge and wisdom when applied to an open mind

Words are transformative

Words live

Words are life

~micaiah

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