In My Heart (part 3)

You called her an old soulbut to me you said you’d never opened yourself to someone that much before. You said you’d wanted to drop me off on the Michigan Bridge and leave me there, but your pet name for me was Jonna. You wouldn’t let me read your book,You took me out for dinner,You

A Poem About Leaving the Holdeman Mennonites

Oh Holdeman,Your spell is cast,Your lure is thick,But love comes last. Your promise of inclusion hollow,If I lay down my self to follow. You promise everlasting life,If I don’t have sex till I’m a wife,If I wear black cloth upon my head,And submit to the man who wins my bread, If I debase myself at

Human Emotions

Oh I feel so empty and sad –Is this a good feeling or is it a bad?When I love myself through and through,Even the sad become something new,I long for my lover,I long for another,My heart pounds like the ocean waves,My heart breaks like the water breaks.What a human emotion,This sadness in motion,In acceptance there

For John

I learned what I learned.You opened my heartAnd then you didn’t –I’m not scarred – I am not burned.You did your job –You played your part.And now I go,And now we stop.There is no flow.But there will always beThe part of meI shared with you.Now it’s throughThe space we sharedThe time we caredWill be held