The Day She Awoke

She is nothing wrong

Cracks in her foundation no longer void of fill

Merely a shared opportunity for her light to shine on darkness

Shadow blooming as a reminder, she stands not alone

As tall as the mossy oak that spoke to her the secrets of the quiet

Grand in her roots

Skinned knees not a portrait of her fall but of her noble rise and heal

A story vulnerably spoken in all three acts

Her heart full of pain reminds her

Hold your badge high

Proudly

Feel

Live

The day she awoke

Returning to love

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

 

 

Wishbone

 

 

Perhaps the heavens opened in storm to remind her of wave

A needed wash of the tides that will recede once more

Discomfort of the cold and wet to feel her warmth

In tired limb and lacking spirit a thought that maybe humanity can be found

Simplicity of connection and trust of those who stand in show

Words of selfish silence seemingly echo in slow

Looking in the mirror she sees us all

Floundering at dusk and rising in hope

Hold on to that wishbone friend, we might have nothing more

Today

She allows the rain and darkness to consume her in gentle whole

With a glimmer of faith

That after it is all done

She will feel herself and walk in stride once more

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

 

She Is

I am

Short in breath with trusting know

She is the duality of uncomfortable and knowing, merging as one

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the cold

Imperfect in its pane

A broken window in the middle of the night that reminds us of the moonlight

Perfect in its pane

She wraps me in all that I do and do not know

Tapping on my conscience, pull up a chair and have a seat

Serendipity is about to play

I cannot run fast, neither slow

She is the duality

Making my heart flow

~Alisa Hutton

 

 

Invisible

November air biting at her loneliness

Hurting just enough

Please look away, she feels your discomfort

Wait, maybe that is hers

Blink a little longer

I am sure your apathy will cheer her up

Emotionless silence always polishes the rock in just the right way

You wouldn’t want to have to change your dinner plans

Worry not

Her invisible ways make her heart echo with grace

She will be available to bless you with good thoughts when she finds her smile again

Mannered and bred as she was, her imposition of sadness is kept safe in her heart at dawn and quietly discarded at 4 am

This is the universal time for those who are not seen to shake their souls of their heavy hearts

Can you hear it?

Completely

Politely

Effortlessly

Invisible

Don’t blink too long

After all

You might miss her

~Alisa Hutton