By Myself

Alone is different

than loneliness.

connection, a link, from one to the other.

not trusting, disbelief, an arm’s length away.

impenetrable invisible cushion

keeps me hidden even

when you think I am there.

Will I let you know me?

The jury is still out.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

 

 

 

Hello?

Without you

he will be an island that I cannot reach

an evolving door

a language untranslatable.

You are the bridge, an extension

carrying my voice to him.

Without you

will the connection be severed?

Just a recorded message

at the other end.

This line is now disconnected.

© Ali Grimshaw

Discovery Challenge – Connection

 

 

Regretting

sometimes a regret comes back to life

emerging 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.

© Ali Grimshaw

Discovery Challenge – Shared Journeys

Your Numbers

What does it mean, the number you are?

Pounds or password,

23rd in line before your turn,

zip code, blood pressure, days traveled,

the years you have managed to

stay alive or times you have kept your mouth shut.

Texting mishaps, trips to the store, loves lost.

You may think these numbers

have power to direct your life.

Upside down thinking at its best.

This code of numbers is yours alone.

Deciphering it requires desire

not a Hollywood mastermind.

You have always known the way out.

© Ali Grimshaw

Numbers Challenge

 

Leadership from the Heart

Step away from this dark corner
let your heart lead the way.
Thinking in a box of fearful thoughts
afraid of the other,
leads to imprisonment with defined edges,
slashing at silhouettes that only appear
as the enemy.
Walk away from this shadow
follow the music of trust in love.
What you think is the opposition
is only just another
scared and searching
no different than the face in
your bathroom mirror each morning.

© Ali Grimshaw

Open-minded – Discovery Challenge

Traveling

You may believe that I am with you

facing the sea side by side.

Yet I am hidden away

oceans from this place,

traveling without a suitcase.

My vessel left behind.

I don’t need a ship to carry me

to the places I am visiting.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

 

Your Message

Why is it that the words on your lips

do not match your face?

A perplexing incongruence

leaving me wondering which to trust

the sweet promise of your mouth or

the words my soul knows to be the truth.

© Ali Grimshaw