Movement

Never before 2016 has political news turned my

bowls to water…

The frequency of this occurrence in 2020 would have  

me diagnosed with IBS should I seek a doctor’s care.

My body is not the problem though; it is merely an indicator…of fear…

of a country gone insane with hatred, vitriol and murder.

of our democracy in peril.

of a possible existence I have only seen in foreign lands

of the reversal of my marriage

of the end of life and my country as I have known it.

I think my body’s telling me to get moving, get involved.

I always vote, but now I’m activated!

©Dani Heart

9-26-2020

Bereft

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A moment of sadness pours into my cup until it’s nearly overflowing.

A warm haunting melancholy ensues over what wasn’t, what isn’t, and what might not be going forward.

I drink it down…not slowly, not quickly, but evenly with rapt acknowledgement.

Undaunted I pour a new cup of warm sweet sustenance and fill it with Love, determination, and Hope (however audacious) then drink it down slowly until it permeates my soul.

 

©Dani Heart

5-10-2020

 

Muscle Memory

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I awoke in peril while attempting to flee.

I ignored the nurse’s warnings in my haste until

the forced injection insured my compliance.

Muscles have memory…

Whatever happened while I was under…my body

remembered, and at the very first opportunity did its level

best to save me from further trauma.

We’re taught from a young age to negate our body’s warning signs…

Your hair bristling, a pit in the bottom of your stomach, feelings without proof that something or someone’s just not right.

Our body often knows what our brain is unable to accept or make sense of.

Of late I’ve pondered…a peek at my record…

But muscles have memory…

And I think I already know enough.

 

 

©Dani Heart

3-12-2020