Shedding Shame

Despair for the moment to come

willing my body to enter the room

a mountain of mortification on my back

facing those faces

being seen while craving camouflage.

Owning the me that showed up today

failure and intention,

with a disappointing lack of action.

While seeking an empty seat I am

investigating the ability to shed my skin,

to start fresh. Becoming

a blank slate that holds

not a bit of old chalk dust.

© Ali Grimshaw

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Aha

Once balanced on their ends

the squares fall, one nudging the other.

A tumbling of memories,

replaying like a film made from still pictures.

held together by a plot that used to make sense.

Now I hold a new appreciation for the structure

that held them in place for  years. The straining sides

that were keeping order, now dissolved,

layers becoming a ferris wheel of change

arriving as a new shape on the floor.

© Ali Grimshaw

A View from Above

Outside the window

traffic below creeping away from all that matters.

Amongst the jammed up colors,

a pedestrian easily weaves through the congestion

slipping through the heavy flow of life.

gracefully he continues while surrounded by the unmoving,

often pausing to look up.

He alone sees the clouds above the tall buildings.

No one else remembers the sky.

© Ali Grimshaw

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