Receiving – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

The messages kept landing
paper birds like folded airplanes from the sky.

Confetti of voices wanting to be heard
swirling of anger, colors of hurt, colliding confusion
spiraling to crash on the ground.

We hold our hands out to catch them
scattering in the street to pick up the fallen.

Each message, a precious life with wings
a paper bird in need of repair.

We sit in a circle and begin to unfold 
cupping our hands, just one at a time 
listening to its life of song.

It is like we have always known what was needed.
We knew we would stay as long as it took to give the listening
for each bird to be heard. It was clear. It was not a burden.

As we gently passed them from one hand to another, 
one by one around the circle, 
the sky opened to us all.
© Ali Grimshaw 2020

dVerse  ~ Poets Pub, Open Link Night with Linda
Share your voice and read the poems of others.

This poem is a reflection on the writing circles I have hosted. I will continue to offer a safe space of refuge for others to be seen and heard just as they are. Love is always the way forward.

The Listener

img_1060

Can you be

with your own silence?

Walking with yourself

wherever you go

naked

or clothed in words

that warm

or weigh you down.

Will you mirror

a friendly listener

hear your own voice

gently?

© Ali Grimshaw 2019

Shadows in Kauai, Hawaii 2018


napo2019button1 (1).png

Today’s challenge is to write a poem that ends with a question. This poem was inspired by a fellow blogger, Pragalbha’s post. Thank you for the inspiration. I wrote this after reading her words today, “Being With Myself”

Fall Will Catch You – a poem by Ali Grimshaw

image

Painted leaves sing in unison
Unlike music, their song
is soundless harmony.

This orchestra of color
soothes the tempo
an internal pounding

from a day of instruments
that refused to play
the same song.

Fall catches me
with muted volume
a serenade of equilibrium.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

Invisible Weight

Your bones scream to rest

an anvil on your chest

no dawn comes lightly.

Invite the monster to sit with you

it gains ugliness with denial

put your arm around that which

you don’t want to hold.

© Alicia Grimshaw 2018

When you come out of the grips of a depression there is an incredible relief, but not one you feel allowed to celebrate. Instead, the feeling of victory is replaced with anxiety that it will happen again, and with shame and vulnerability when you see how your illness affected your family, your work, everything left untouched while you struggled to survive. We come back to life thinner, paler, weaker … but as survivors. Survivors who don’t get pats on the back from coworkers who congratulate them on making it.” – Jenny Lawson’s book  Furiously Happy

Image result for images of stigma

Putting the pieces back

 

I will walk beside you. Fill your cracks

with care. Speak your strengths, over

and over until they are glue. Help you

see all truly beautiful things were once

broken. I will love you with abandon

pour a hot cup of tea. Search for your

missing shards. Pluck out sharp words

used for self-inflicted pain. Chant, cheer,

and call your name. I will run ahead

to look for danger and get behind to push.

But please know you have the final piece

to set in place. I can’t make you whole again.

© Ali Grimshaw 2017

Photo thanks to PIXABAY

#Loveuary Challenge 

 

Dirty Knees

image

When she fell

in her pain she was grateful,

to all those along the way who

patiently taught her how to rise to her feet.

showed her how to dust off,

heal the wounds,

start again.

After years of practice

she wasn’t afraid of falling anymore.

Dirty knees were honorable.

© Ali Grimshaw 2016

 

 

 

Shades of Gray

Between the light and dark lie many shades of gray,

easily misunderstood by those not interested

in searching the sky for shapes.

With curiosity comes an acceptance of the continuum

from silver ash to smokey midnight.

Shades that vary only by a brushstroke of ink,

yet change a life in ways that can never be turned back.

The dark that challenges us to grow

and pushes the fearful through the door.

The light that illuminates

on the other side.

© Ali Grimshaw

Pic to word Challenge – Grey

Apology Request

Are you sorry for the times

you tore me down

scathing words that left me

stumbling for cover

pounding me lower

knowing there wasn’t an escape route

trapped with this internal voice

causing a shrinking of my essence

down to a single drop of

fear?

© Ali Grimshaw

Speak It

Say your words,

don’t let your voice whither inside.

Weariness can talk you into thinking that your voice doesn’t matter.

The past may try to convince you that your voice doesn’t count.

Resignation will yell,

“No one will listen any way, so save your breath.”

Say your words

clearly and just loud enough.

Say them for yourself and for the one

that isn’t willing to be the first to speak,

but can and will be the second.

© Ali Grimshaw