Showing posts with label Healing Takes Time. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Healing Takes Time. Show all posts

Thursday, August 22, 2019


When the air is fresh
you feel it:  you get stronger
with each breath.

Your son
is slicing oranges
and it’s so sweet—
he’s so sweet—the scent
of his golden-brown hair
warm with sun.

The old deck creaks a bit
as you walk on it,
cracked and weather worn
as you are,

but still here,
still here.

© 2019 Jennifer Wagner

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Trap Door

I have a demon for sale

but it will cost you
more than
you are probably
willing to pay.

It has already
bled me drier than a
dead president’s kiss,

and still I owe.

I go
to great lengths
to starve it,

try to keep it at bay—

this drunk dial
sober reality
I try wishing away—

close the trap door,
cut it off
at its legs,

the cracks
in my armor, again,
from the fray.

when you love
something broken

you break

and you break
and you break.

© 2014 Jennifer Wagner

For dVerse Poetics Grace offers us the work of conceptual photographer Brooke Shaden.

Note:  I took some artistic license with the word "trapdoor."  I separated it for dramatic emphasis, in case anyone was hung up on the spelling, ha.  But says it can be "trap door" too, so maybe it's okay anyway.  Thanks for reading!