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I do not scream when it starts.
Just walk barefoot into the forest,
where birch trees bend down to me like elder women,
and the moss knows all of their names.
All of them from my season’s past,
haunting me, scolding me, reminding me of their sacrifices.
Breaking open my flesh, cracking the cavity of my chest,
where all of my rotten fairy tales drip out in despair.
My grief has learned to follow close behind
before it ever learned how to run away.
It lingers behind like steam from a broken kettle,
silent but always seeping through the cracks of my wreckage.
I used to call him father.
Now, he’s just a ghost.
One that carries the reeking of December’s air into my home,
the sound of creaking branches under his lumbering weight.
What holds the echoes of his every scream,
his touch that bruises every soft fruit it touches.
The ghost doesn’t speak.
He caresses my shoulders when I forget him,
pinches my skin when I smile too hard,
leaves my breath in frost every night.
My heart holds all of my firsts.
The first breath of life,
the first cry cracking out of my lungs.
It holds the rupture of a dam my parents tripwired,
so the flood has always won.
The guttural scream of you and sixteen,
a ruthless rise in your grip for the ripest fruit.
I was only trying to hold on.
To hold on to innocence like the sun prying
at time on the horizon just to catch a
glimpse of the moon.
My heart holds all of my firsts,
the shushed cries and soiled flesh
I did not pray or.
God crying in December’s fog
as you abandon me in winter’s thaw.
You are forgetful,
but my heart remembers all.
Machine gun heart riddled with shades of grey.
A mind once sharpened by your own forked tongue.
Lovers' lips part with rumbles of a cannon.
Dew licked satin sheets - the highway to carnal desire.
Silhouettes of freshly washed skin dance in the night.
Passion rising like the souls of the departed.
Where do you sleep after your thirst is quenched?
Where do you go when your high knows no bounds?
Unfiltered needs not being met;
A fire put out before the gasoline burns off.
Passionate nights followed by cool seduction.
A waterfall of your essence coating my tongue.
Decisions made in a moment of yearning.
Your lack of understanding - my constant battle.
Why can't you listen instead of just hear?
I will free my enslaved exuberance,
since you can't be bothered.
Blow out the candle and climb into bed.
One of these days you'll get what you want.
And one of these days I'll learn that I won't.
It smells like sprinklers
hot pavement
And dirt
the sky is six different colors
And the cicadas sing at six different octaves
my face is red
Hair wet with sweat
From chasing the cat
Around the yard
Barefoot in the grass
That morning momma had made chocolate chip pancakes
With butter and honey
She braided my sisters hair while I sang “blank space”
By taylor swift
Screaming over the speaker which played wide and loud
And the squirrel stole the seeds from the birdfeeder
And the night before
Daddy read us one bedtime story
Even thought my sister had begged for two
We sat sulking in our princess dresses
That smelled like old toys
And home
Daddy closed the book
And turned on the galaxy light as he walked out
Made sure the door was ajar
To let the light in
And let the cat in
And four years before that I was new
And red
And I smelled like baby powder
Hospitals
Blood
And
Life
My skin was soft
and i screamed
Momma didn’t wear makeup
or cry quite as much
My sister just learned to walk
and she held me with shaking hands
And just then
Everything sounded like music
and summer never ended
With each step forward, let your heart feel,
The pulse of the earth, the strength that is real,
For paths of mercy and grace lie ahead,
Where love guides the weary, where hope’s gently spread.
The mountains may tremble, the sea may roar,
Yet in His embrace, we have never known war,
He beckons us forth, through valleys and strife,
To find in each moment the beauty of life.
With every misstep and moment of doubt,
He shows us the way, and the truth comes about.
Let not your footsteps leave trails of despair,
For every soul’s burden is light we can share,
In the dance of existence, we’re never alone,
In walking His ways, we’ve found our true home.
Through valleys of shadow, He guides us all.
With patience like rivers and kindness like rain,
Walk in His ways, where love shall sustain.
When storms roar loud and doubts invade,
Let faith be your beacon, let mercy pervade.
Help me as i face daily attacks on my time,
Attention and energy. Empty my life of any lies
And false securities. I trust in your was as I walk in your
Ways. These are the words with in my dreams, he taught me
To say.
For the path that you tread is a story retold.
In the silence of prayer, find strength to be bold,
In the warmth of compassion, let hearts turn to gold.
I fear these words will be the Achilles’ heel to our psyche,
To write slow allows truth.
Caught in someone’s fabric, a changed perspective.
To love real is to accept pain.
Memories racing to be the first to make me smile,
To remember shows your story was always interesting.
Why do we do what causes hurt?
For the longing of someone.
Why is life intertwined?
The variety of colors can make even a poor quilt desirable.
There lies a dark journey before us all,
What we find will be scornful words and actions
Cast upon you by me,
And me upon you.
When settled dust comes to rest,
Standing will be something that will stand forever for no one to see.
An effigy to our existence,
Could not care less if built like an eye in the woods or for all to see like Lady
Liberty.
Stood proud, built through conflict and turmoil alike.
A statue — what the plaque will read, haven’t a clue.
I’m listening deeper than the words you say,
Hearing what your silence keeps safe.
The boy with the ladybug on his shoulder,
Guess they were right when they told us—
“No more you and me, now it’s we,”
Funny how truth sounds holy.
Love grows, feelings anticipated,
Lips touch, time stays satiated,
Dark abyss, starry cosmic, obliterated,
My body an oasis, water weeps, don’t keep me waiting.
Every second’s heavy, every moment weighted,
Heart like a hazy orange, dream sky in the morning,
Light spills through my soul, every thought still roaming.
No more you and me, now it’s we,
Falling slow, but it’s everything,
If love’s a dream, don’t wake me please,
Stay right here inside this feeling.
No more you and me, now it’s we,
Your touch speaks in poetry,
If happiness is believing, then believe with me.
You are my woman
I want to love you like you never been loved before
With depth that reaches beyond the shallow shore
Into the vast ocean where hearts truly soar
I'll cherish your strength, your fire, your grace
Not as possession but as gift beyond measure
In your complexities I find endless treasure
A universe to explore at our own pace
When storms rage and doubts cloud your mind
I'll stand beside you, steady as the tide
Not to conquer or to override
But to weather each moment, side by side
Let me show you love that gives you wings
Not chains disguised as golden rings
A love that honors who you truly are
Both when you're near and when you're far
You are my woman, fierce and free
I don't seek to tame what shouldn't be contained
But to nurture the garden where our love has remained
Growing stronger with each passing day????????????????
Spirit didn’t knock.
It entered through the back door—
a sliver of wind in my kitchen,
on a Tuesday so ordinary
I thought the sacred had forgotten me.
The sky was the color of old bruises,
and my hands were inside a basin of water
that had cooled too quickly.
The air held nothing.
And then it held everything.
No angel descended.
No flame spoke.
Just a silence so full it trembled,
and I trembled with it.
I looked up,
but nothing had changed—
except the way my breath hung in the room,
like it knew something I didn’t.
Spirit came dressed as memory,
but not mine—
the kind that belongs to stone,
to salt,
to wombs that never stopped singing.
It wasn’t ecstasy.
It was ache.
A blooming pressure behind my ribs,
as if I had swallowed a name
I was never supposed to say aloud.
I heard a voice that was not a voice,
say:
“Be still. You are already the altar.”
And suddenly,
the spoon I held in my palm
felt like a relic.
The dust on the windowsill
felt like the remains of prayer.
Even the fridge hummed
in the key of reverence.
No one else saw it.
Not the flicker in my hands,
not the thinning veil between
what is and what almost is.
I didn’t sleep that night.
My body buzzed with some remembering
older than language.
I cried,
but not from sadness.
It was the weeping of a house
that finally hears its own name spoken
after centuries of silence.
To be touched by spirit
is not to be lifted—
but lowered,
into the temple of yourself.
It is to feel your skin become a doorway.
It is to breathe with the moon’s pulse.
It is to carry stillness like a storm
just barely contained.
They will say
it was imagination,
a trick of emotion,
a moment of fatigue.
Let them.
But I know what the dust told me.
I know the shape my shadow made.
I know the voice that never left.
And every time I pour water
or touch a leaf,
or weep for no reason,
I remember:
Spirit doesn’t knock.
It enters
when you’ve forgotten how to ask.
And stays
in everything you cannot explain.
each morn' I surrender my sins ...
to God ... my heavenly father
I pray for help to let go
of all my fragmented past regrets
and failures
and help to live in his light
~ and when my days end in this earthly realm
I shall shed this human form and my soul will float above
like a sparkling light I will enter the gate ~
he knows I am not perfect
but, he loves me just the same and forgives all
for he holds my hand when I am afraid
and carries me when I am broken
he listens
my soul will be light as a feather
and I will spread my angel wings like a bird
there will be nothing but peace and tranquility for my soul ~
for God has considered my cries and tears
watched my good deeds done
seen my compassion for others
witnessed my kindness and seen my good
and whispered ... bless you my child
so, in my last breath I leave all pain behind
and know only serenity ... I will open my souls gate
to dwell everlasting with God in heaven
~ I will be a light shining in his high tower
ever to be part of his heavenly realm ~
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February 02, 2023
Poetry/FreeVerse/How Does The Soul Enter Heaven
Copyright Protected, ID 02-1522-867-02
All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written for the Premiere contest, How Does The Soul Enter Heaven ?
sponsor, Mystic Rose Rose, Judged 02/04/2023
Third Place