Dreams

I lie on a pillow
waiting for my brain to slow

 

for my sleep to be sound 

to wrap me all around

and be fully bound

 

even as consciousness leaves

the sub-conscious weaves

and my brain heaves

 

a landslide of situations

different associations

and many manifestations

 

through adulthood, childhood, adolescence 

maybe fears, fantasy, experience 

and happiness, tragedy, violence 

 

Asleep on my pillow

In dreams I wallow

The Great Indian Kitchen

Oh I don’t want to fly 
Very high up in the sky

Happy to be tied down 
And make as my own 
A new family, new home

A mother so caring, so warm
Teaching me every norm
To keep the men calm

And when she was not around 
Is when I found
What she has to contend

I tried to push and shove
I tried to love 
The floor that needs to be swept

I looked to share 
But there was no care 
For women are cows

I am an individual finely bred 
Not just to be of use in bed
And be tied to the house

If I don’t listen
I have to contend with the power of men
And be shown my place 

My spirit is dying 
I am crying 
With silent screams 

It’s time to walk out 
Without a doubt
To live life on my terms

Oh I don’t want to fly 
Very high up in the sky

The Medals

It was a walk through time
looking at all my medals
They were not a dozen to a dime

Right time in the right place
That was true
but not in every case

Planning was a way
With loads of patience
there was no chance to sway

Sometimes it was a scramble

But with determination
it was never a gamble

What about those I missed

Did I try hard enough
or run out in the midst

Was I a loser     

Was I an escapist
If I look closer

I'm covering the scars

Losing some battles  
to win the war