Let it Fall Away By: Foxy Wife
Be still my beating heart as you rattle within my chest.
Where do you seek to run to if true love be not your jail.
Fear poisons you, pumping from one corner to the next
Leaving the heart restless
Eager to flee the only home it ever sought.
Shall you doubt your reflections for all time?
Fearing the illusions of the false mirrors
Can you not look at yourself?
Are not all things worthwhile tested again and again?
Is this trial of fire not but a purification right?
And if failure has occurred will you give up the war?
Concede all of your dreams
All of your hopes
All of your love for one battle lost?
What of two or three?
Shall you cower in shame, afraid to love and believe in love?
Is THIS all you are made of?
Or will you clench down and bite the leather
Accepting the wound for what it is
A lash of the whip that moves you forward.
It will not bend you!
IT WILL NOT BREAK YOU!
It will not take what you deserve from your grasp!
Lash away! With each biting stroke you will find strength to move forward
To open your ribs of solitude
To reach in and unlock the tethers and chains of fear and loneliness
To pull out the injured heart, and quit cowering under ideal of protection.
You will place it on a platter of pure silver and it WILL remain out in the open
despite those who will lash out at it from their gilded cages of fear.
Like a torch on a moonless light when all lights have gone out
It WILL shine despite its flaws, despite your fears, despite any grievances.
You will forgive and love despite any transgressions feigned or not because YOU are a better person for it,
Because it is who YOU want to be, and in doing so the shackles of fear shall fall and never coil their venomous poisoned grip upon you again!
Oh happy dagger... this is thy sheath.... may your aim to my heart be true and brief.
For the blade cannot slice more deeply, and the pain could only lessen my grief.
The path should be easy to follow, for my heart has been shattered before,
Pining youth found foolish target quite neatly, as labeled love tarnished soon as a whore.
So pierce now deep and swiftly, his words shall guide the way,
They echo in the empty chambers, a foolish sheep led far astray,
She followed the loving whispers, blindly into the woods,
to the arms of the big bad wolf, who knew love not, nor ever would
and he devoured her heart and soul, this pretty lamb so pure and true,
So dig deep my happy dagger, pierce the heart true love never knew.
By: Foxy wife 5/12/11
I struck the match
Cupping my hands around it.
Shielding it from the wind
Giving it time to grow.
The little spark grew quickly,
Like passion it grew exponentially.
The warmth filling my hands.
The flame tentively licking at my skin.
If I hold it too close, surely I will be burned.
No. I must guide it to the kindling
Watch it ignite and tend to it.
When it grows weak I must poke it,
Rearrange it,
Pucker my full lips and blow
Sweet encouragements across its hot coals
Commanding it to ignite once again.
Over and over the flame will rise and fall
As the breath that swells within my breasts.
From time to time it will grow unruley
Growing bold it will expand and try to leap from its confinement.
If given the chance it would consume all that's in its path.
Naughty little flame.
Must I dowse you until you are but a single ember
To remind you whose lips bring you life?
By: Foxy Wife 4/01/11
A beautiful church full of hope and warmth... I close my eyes feeling the sun warm upon my skin. My eyes flutter open and gaze upon the floor. Such beautiful intricate detailed imagery surrounds me. I am basking in the design that glows off my skin and all that is around me. I am surrounded by beauty and my heart flutters happily dancing in its radiance. It is the stained glass window above, a vision of serenity and art etched so carefully. I can only imagine the time, the effort that went into creating such a masterpiece. I want to get closer to examine its intricacy, to run my fingers softly over the colored panes. I see the rock coming for the distance…. To my horror it shatters the glass sending it’s sharp shards as a shower over my head. I try to shield myself from the impact, but sometimes there is no protection from how deep things may sink in. I am deeply wounded and tears flow freely. Such a masterpiece is in ruins at my feet. All safety lost, the warmth stolen from the empty hollow where the window was. I reach down with shaking hands to pick up a shard with all of its sharp rough edges. As my tear trails hot anger down my cheek It splatters messily over the piece. It is then that I realize the glass is just that.
The beautiful design I saw was nothing but common marker as it slowly rubs off staining my hands. A mere illusion cleverly crafted to make one think there was more. I SEE THROUGH YOU. I brush the tainted glass from my shoulders, dress my wounds and walk on. For what more can you do in a world of forgeries?
3/26/11