The Sound of Sirens

The sound of sirens silences.
You never heard them, they were so loud.
The lights flashing, colours blazing, screaming.
The decibels at the highest pitch, you didn’t flinch.

The heart that stole you, the breath that saved you.
Gone in an instant, the injuries and impact, not minor.
Little bumps, little bumps, little bumps.
A tearful scene inside the mind, smoother now, without alert.

Standing by and watching the chaos, feeling the weight.
Waiting for something, anything to lift the suspicion.
She saw all along, but stayed because she is pure, she is love.
But the sirens are silenced now, no more dilation of sight.

You took nine wrong steps, she led you back and you let her slip.
She knows who you are more than you do.
She wanted to love you, she let herself go somewhere for you.
She will not look back, she will never come back.

The risks, the time, the lies, the loneliness is no more.
The significance of her, of you, of it all, holds now a secret, a lesson.
School was in but now it’s out, the path is very changed.
Chalkboard statements erased.

The planets designed this, they directed the show.
The actors and their parts following script, line by line.
Memorizing became easy, learning became the challenge.
Soaking wet scenes full of spark and defence, trying to calm a drowning tiger.

She lights a candle for you everyday, as you do too.
The beauty in the growth, the transition, the purpose and the alarm.
Never ever will forget, never will the tide stop moving.
Washing away, washing away, washing away the clutch, the cling, the sting.

Who are they now? Who are they really?
Two souls of wonderful light, they gave to one another amidst a storm.
The sound of sirens are silenced. She heard loud and clear.
There is no more mystery. The diamond, is stronger than ever.

Seeing Without Scars

She knows what she needs to do.
This task, this ask, this duty is owed to her.
She knows what she needs to do.
So, why is it every time it happens her mind goes a blur?

Captive to thoughts, ideas, fantasy.
The little twang of regret every single time.
The position of her heart, now needing a canopy.
The frailty of emotion resting on a dime.

Over and over the cycle continues, no one at fault.
The spike in chemicals reminiscent of lost hope.
The downshift and comedown, like opening and closing the vault.
She thinks of this as a supposed easy thing to do but, nope.

Why oh why does she fly in a sky full of unruly feathers and scattered dirt?
When really, her soul is calling her to the sea, alone and bottomless. Free.
The decision each moment, to be what is known, causes hurt.
She is stronger and faster and will no longer agree.

She knows what she needs to do, but it is taking a toll.
Shouldn’t, couldn’t, wouldn’t, it is not for her anymore.
Letting go, a triumph of will, mind strength, resisting the pull.
This year of fire and of stallion, causing massive movement and heated chore.

The race to find peace among chaos and intensity and false lore.
One more taste of the divine to set her free at last.
The momentum strong, but consistency is a bore.
She wants it all or nothing at all, and settles for a moment, in the comfort of the past.

Staying right here, right now, seeing without scars.
There are people waiting for her, she is not deaf.
The silent gift of seeing, knowing, keeps her outside on Mars.
She cares deeply, wants you to know, but she’s different now, take a breath.

What appears insignificant to some, strikes her like a thorn.
She is wiser than what you imagine, even then some, and more.
Stop the chase, the controlled wall, just let it all go and be torn.
She isn’t like the rest, she holds gratitude and grace and loves to restore.

She knows the battle well, it continues day after day.
But today is different, this day is saying, “say what you say, it will all be ok.”
Trust in a higher power, the guidance and the proper way.
She listens to her angels; she will nurture and explode, she is on her way.