Can't say I blame you
when this world get's so tough
So much to get through
at times it's enough.
No matter which way I slice it
The knife won't make it fair
I try to still it but it won't quit
Even with my last gulp of air
Nobody seems to get a piece
Of peace

There's too much going on
This life we make
So much of, then it's gone
This life is life's take
Circular, cyclical, ringing
Laughing, cringing, crying, singing
Dancing, walking, dying, standing and kneeling
Sleeping
Feeling

For once warm your wings
in the sun, unthaw your step
so you may soar as queens or kings
Wide awake from the slumber you slept
Collecting dust no more
On fire now in your core

Take your expectations off
the pedestal
Loose them to the wind oft
For life will use mortor and pestle
To send your control aloft
As we do not allow, but instead interfere with what comes
Too afraid to tread
Wipe away these crumbs
Allow glory to raise it's head
Creation's wheel includes us
We were meant to be here
This much should be clear
Made by nature to be
Not a Footnote but an Epiphany!

Melanie Davis 1/6/2013

Anxiety Attack

Calmly!
Calmly!
A lump in my throat protests
The panic sets alight a fire blooming
A measure of air gulping into my lungs
A scrambling pressure
Pulling me under
A current of primal terror
Crushing
Me


Melanie Davis January 4, 2015

A Song in my head

"I haven't left
I haven't right
I have centered
And seen the light
My hands tremble
My feet are tired and often stumble
My back it aches and longs for slumber
Eyes droop and lips mumble
The lull of momentary tranquility
Pours into weary bones
Wrenching fluid marrow
Joints singing like rattling stones
Such catastrophic complaints
Render my efforts plain
I have only regrets and heartaches
That come from worldly pain"

He sang it with hopeful thought
of those who might hear him
 the man on the street corner
His hands crooked and bent around a cup
With eyes that meet mine
For the 100th time
His song in my head as I pass him by
Knowing today, tonight nor tomorrow 
that I will not be the last to hear his cry
Until he is like a unseen mystery gone

 - Melanie Davis January 2nd, 2015