The growing chronicles #3 Hypochondria

It’s still a man’s world

a world where most of the earth

would stone two women in love

and those women who break the glass ceiling are often

unrecognizable as women

for they eat

with their bean soup

the dry wafer of other females
If I tell you

I am not prideful

it is the quiet and the book

an occasion of solitude

interspersed with longing

I’ll never be a loud mouthed girl to hang your spurs upon

but still I know how to talk to the moon

and I believe in you
At night

poorly lit by lamps

like yellow faces downcast

we walk vigorously

hand folded in hand

and that simple act

I cherish

above any gift or benediction
When we are apart

monsters live under my bed

shadows rinse in continuing pass

the joy of breaking bread


as bloodied

the unseen art of war

within gentle hearts

causes my pulse to spike

and in time succumb

to hypochondria


For it is you

who taught me first

this is how you wade in shallow water

not listening to the buzz of insects

searching for a way in

and this is how you swim in deep water

not minding the curdled heat reflecting in

masks off the surface of thought

you can if you really want

stand solid against the onslaught of fear

crawling beneath your skin as the sun

grinds us down into withered and parched semblance

you can if you really want

defy time and tendency and take a deep breath

learning to stretch far in the distance

without air


When I wake

and the thunder of your absence

breaks my resolve

when the smell of you is fading

in the comb of your absence

I hear your voice skimming water

like touchstones seeking entry

one by one you build your fortress

installing me against the ravage

that pit I carried every year

before you walked into my life and said

fear cannot win as long as you believe in love

21 thoughts on “The growing chronicles #3 Hypochondria

  1. “Fear cannot win as long as you believe in love”… If only we could teach this to all of our children as their minds and hearts are still open to believing. The older the person or child, the harder this will be to accept for they have been made afraid way too many times often by someone they thought loved them. Beautiful writing!

  2. Ah you said that so well! I agree. It’s harder as you get older, the first time was a breeze! People don’t realize what they do to others trust when they casually break it.

  3. I HATE that we live in a man’s world. Hate it. Hate it hate it hate it.
    I could live in an all women’s world and be perfectly content.

  4. I often wonder if you truly know how far inside the reader your words reach, They pour from you the way Hawaiian Orchids reach for the sun, they do not know their wealth, only their own longing to rise into sunlit colored petals

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