Unconditional

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When it overflows,

clean and soothing.

 

A caress down your shoulders,

like fresh falling rain

 

a compassion of gentle

feathered touch.

 

The way you wished

your mother had held you

 

Hold yourself now,

embraced by love.

 

Within your own

two arms.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2020

Soul Box

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Stars could fade, darkness

like nothing, this world without

you as my heart light.

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

THE SOUL BOX PROJECT is a national community art project calling for the making of one hand-folded paper box to represent every person killed or injured by gunfire in the U.S. since 2014. Hundreds of thousands of these Boxes will be displayed together in massive art installations to reveal the staggering number of gunfire victims.

If you are near Portland, Oregon you can fold boxes on the second Wednesdays of the month from 4 – 6:30 pm at the THE CENTER FOR SPIRITUAL WELLBEING, 7100 SW HAMPTON ST SUITE 126 PORTLAND, OR 97223

Find out more at SoulBoxProject.org

“The point is, art never stopped a war and never got anybody a job. That was never its function. Art cannot change events. But it can change people… because people are changed by art – enriched, ennobled, encouraged – they then act in a way that may affect the course of events… by the way they vote, they behave, the way they think.”                      – Leonard Bernstein

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She – a poem by Ali Grimshaw

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She learned to take herself
out of her body, to separate
no longer be encased by flesh.

She learned to go, bundle her spirit
carry it out and away, above the invasion
the uninvited intolerable penetration.

She learned numbness, not to be
within her skin, to pack up her
soul and exit, just until it was over.

She learned how,
survival was her teacher.
It was the only way.

She didn’t know help
with mouth stitched closed
only endurance walked with her.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

A benevolent view

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what you had always assumed

to be solid, now soggy sadness

water warped windows with

a view misguided, bended

memories altered the truth

will you forgive yourself

for all that was unseen before?

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Forgiving Fridays at Forgiving Connects

I hear it.

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among the fallen plaster

disrepair, wrinkles of error

some may think irredeemable

 

not broken beyond salvage

surrendered in thick layers

your heart lies beating.

 

I hear it.

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

 

 

Shedding Shame

 

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Willing my body to enter the room

a mountain of mortification on my back

being seen while craving camouflage.

 

Owning the me that showed up

failure and intention, the human package

tied up with a bow of expectations.

 

While seeking an empty seat,

I investigate shedding shame, cast off

of the past. Owning my skin before

molting of forgiveness.

 

 

© Ali Grimshaw 2018

Sintra, Portugal 2017 – Weathered

Forgiving Fridays

Firecracker Phrases

 

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Now I sit in thought with

what I wish

I would have said

instead of that which came flying off my tongue

like butterflies leaving my mouth

beautiful at first sight

fluttering innocently toward you

with a closer look

upon landing

were really illegal firecrackers

of golden red that

left you speechless.

I’m sorry.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Forgive your mistakes. Forgiving Connects.

 

 

Regretting

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Sometimes a regret comes back to life

to emerge as a poem

morphing as it translates into words

pain blossoming

on a single stem.

Each petal overlapping

some parts me

some parts you

forming an image fixed in time

an elixir of us

I drink in

to set us both free.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2016

 

Doorway to Forgiveness

Dulled by time, the dusty door

coated from years of holding back

nailed shut, painfully impassable

darkness left sealed for so long

you can’t remember it ever being open.

 

Bewildered frustration, heat rises

sweat drips down your chest

fury and defeat of stones tied to feet.

This emotional cycle circles through

each day as you stand before it.

 

Maybe it isn’t possible to reopen

you are so small.

 

But look

you still hold the hammer in your hand

the key dangles from your back pocket.

 

© Alicia Grimshaw 2017

In honor of Forgiving Fridays on Forgiving Connects