Crafting Variety

The Door Within

inner doorVision of hidden realms within
Behind the inner door
A beacon of journey’s end

Obscured by false fog
Lured away with shiny promises
The key won’t turn
Clues change constantly
Secrets guarding the path

Frustrations mount on twisted pathways
Draped with haunted memories
Harsh words, and bitter regrets

Valiant efforts
Yet the door won’t open
Stuck
Warped shut
Blocked by jagged layers of tangled arguments
Veiled misunderstandings
Warped by time
Kicking batters the door
Fevered curses blister the lock

Sinking against the door
Unyielding
Structure hard on weary bones
Despair clings
Heartache swirls
Hope escapes through tears

Lost
Damaged
Broken
An empty shattered husk

Until all is given up
Until all is surrendered
Until all past versions release

Gentle caress of a new breeze
A wedge of light
Another door
No lock
Swung ajar

The true door was present all along
Unseen until freedom permeated old realities
Former ways that no longer served
Beliefs wrapped in false trimmings

Only the journey knew the way

Amy Dionne, 2015

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Transformation

Transformation
Transformation, from http://davidji.com/transformation-weekend-guided-meditation/

Transformation
Is not optional
Life doesn’t wait for us
To catch up
Run through the bush with thorns
The blood is supposed to be there
One way or another
Arrive

Broken, battered, bleeding
Still, you show up
Find things are different
Than your perceptions
They exist as they should

Pull off the expectations
Cease trying to shape
What cannot be controlled
There is no winning

There is only becoming

Amy Dionne, 2015

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Center of a Dark Mind

Wander through the caves
The recesses of a charred mind
Alcoves of mystery
Reveal heartache, pain, loss
Cobwebs hide the dark entrance
Clingy strands of memories
Stick to the heart
Brush off the strings
That won’t let go

Wander into the darkness
The inner soul of truth
Reflections of clarity
Show the tarnished center
Hidden confessions, weary secrets
Tied tight from the ropes of fear
Gray, lifeless heart
Raw and scarred
Fibers poking in soft flesh
A constant reminder

Wander into the fog of reality

Amy Dionne, 2014

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True Meaning

stormy weather

Restless limbs
Mind clustered, frenetic
Irritation twisting spine
Spirals tight from the core
Hands clenched
Nails dig for blood

Scream builds
Won’t come out
Unknown cause
Hidden behind
Logical phrases
Placating smiles
Fake sympathies

The tests lie beyond
Waiting for the chance
The proof
Of what is worth fighting for
What holds
True meaning

Amy Dionne, July 2014

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Soul Tears

I gathered each tear off my cheeks
Tasted bitterness
Despair
Heartache
Swallowed them
Felt as they burned down my core
Woven into essence
Sifting in my heart and body
Unrelenting
Grasping in the shadows
Til hope becomes no more
Crying out for light
For peace
For a moment’s rest
Finding none

Sifting through a pool of black tears
From the waterfall within
A flutter flash of light
A single note of joy
An echo of serenity

The tears recede
Easing their pain
Softening the droplet edges
A comforting caress
Sliding over skin like a kiss
Through the darkest times
There is hope

Amy Dionne, 2014

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Puppet Strings

Puppet strings
Tangle and pull
Dragging heavy feet
And leaden limbs
Head falling in time
To staccato bouncing
Jarring the body
By false means

Puppet dances
Despite the strings
By will
By strength
A futile journey’s trial

Puppet looks up
Tears tracking
Scream forming
Hope ending

Puppet collapses
The strings cut
Some time past
The pull imagined
The weight real

Puppet’s eyes
Only needed to open

Amy Dionne, May 2014