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Still pure and true, forever
By Michelle Morris
23/08/2023
He says, "I forgive you"
To the sleeping girl
The one who hurt him
The one who broke his heart
They had a pure love
A true love -
A love that inspires
Great love stories
Over and over again
And this love continues on
Unabated and unadorned
Still pure and true, forever
And he will always forgive her
And he will always love her
Even if she can't love him back
The same way
He says, "I forgive you"
To the sleeping girl
The one who hurt him
The one who broke his heart
They still have love
They still have friendship
Because the best loves
Exist outside of space and time
For love is eternal and special
It is powerful and mighty
It is gentle and compassionate
It is kind and delightful
Over and over again
This love continues on
Unabated and unadorned
Still pure and true, forever
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Our family came together again yesterday, (which is the reason for this poem)
and, as is our tradition, we took a family portrait before everyone headed home.
Why do we take so many family portraits….it’s quite simple to explain…
because no matter how many family portraits we take…no two portraits are the same.
Every time our family walks out and then back in through our front door
we’ve all changed a little bit…from the portrait we took before.
Sometimes those changes are obvious…the photo captures a singular time and space
new clothes, new glasses, new hairstyles…is that another wrinkle on my face?
Often, however, the changes are more subtle and only our heart is reawakened…
to the metamorphosis each family member has experienced
since the last portrait was taken.
Which is why I pause as I look at each new family portrait…pausing is a must…
It gives my eyes a chance to see the smiles…the changes…
and my heart time to adjust.
I imagine the reason we take so many family portraits
so many times throughout the year
is to remind everyone that whatever changes we go through…
your family’s still here.
Which is why when our family comes together…
even for a little while….
there will be a moment…
sometime in the evening….
when they’ll be asked to SMILE!
Fractured Pulse
I am the storm that swallows its own thunder—
a heart wired to detonate at the first hint of goodbye.
One text left unread and the floor drops out;
I am falling through the black glass of my ribs,
shards slicing every breath into razor prayers:
*Don’t leave. Don’t leave. Don’t leave.*
Yesterday I was sunlight pouring into your hands.
Today I am the knife that carved your name into my thigh
just to feel something warmer than this endless hollow.
The mirror lies again—my face is a stranger’s mask,
pretty, then monstrous, then nothing at all.
I do not know who I am when no one is watching.
Love arrives like gasoline on a match.
I drink it until I choke, then spit fire at the hand that fed me.
Words leave my mouth like broken bottles—
“I hate you” and “I would die for you” in the same scream.
Bridges I built with bleeding fingers burn in minutes.
I stand in the ash and beg the smoke to forgive me.
Emptiness is not quiet.
It is a wolf gnawing the marrow from my bones,
a scream trapped behind my teeth that never quite escapes.
I chase numbness with anything sharp, fast, loud—
pills, blades, strangers, speed—
anything to prove I still exist inside this skin.
Night after night the same war:
I cling until my nails draw blood,
then shove you away so hard the doorframe cracks.
I wait for you to prove I was right—
that everyone eventually walks out.
When you stay, the terror only grows louder:
*How long until you see the real me and run?*
I am exhaustion wearing a smile.
I am rage wearing apology.
I am a girl-shaped wound that keeps reopening
no matter how many stitches I sew with trembling hands.
And still—
in the brief, merciless seconds between hurricanes—
I remember what it felt like to be held without flinching.
I remember wanting to believe I could be loved
without first proving I deserve to burn.
But the storm is rising again.
Listen—
you can hear it in my pulse:
*Don’t leave. Don’t leave.*
I am already gone.
We've been taking potshots since December
And finally we snuffed out all the embers
You said you would never be the same again
I said I would never be the same again
Looks like we're both some filthy liars
Only difference is I haven't started new fires
I shouldn't be upset that you've healed so quickly
But the thought of you with someone else has me sickly
I've only missed you when it's midnight
Only with my regrets under the streetlights
I only miss the way you felt me, knew the real me
When I'm lying, I feel filthy
Looking at the sky, it's rich and golden
Then how come in this silver room, I'm frozen?
I knew from the start I did you dirty
Even when I was true I made you worry
I finally got the freedom that I wanted
The feeling of elation has been blunted
Not much to this world when it's all for me
But I know deep in my heart this is how it should be
Still I miss you when it's midnight
When my heart is heavy but my bed's light
And I miss the way you'd feel me, set my soul free
You'd trust me, I feel filthy
The thought of someone else with you is crushing
But I knew from the start you'd be blushing
With someone who's better for you on top
Pressing down while you moan out "please, don't stop"
I know you're much happier without me
I knew that's the way that it should be
The process of writing this is so selfish
When, to me, you've been nothing but selfless
Do I only miss the memory?
Every day I was with you was crushing
But I still miss the way you'd feel me, know the real me
And I ruined it, made it filthy
And it's better there without me, right?
Forms of Electricity,
Traveling through Space.
Leaving it's trace,
In a Galaxy of Energy.
We Are all we see,
Everything outside,
A reflection,
Of who you Choose to be.
A projection,
Creating your Reality.
Designs from the Mind,
Leaving a past behind.
To be able to find,
This place in time.
In a World that's Grown,
Heading into the Unknown.
We are not Alone,
Distant Cyclones,
Drawing near
Feeling The sound,
Bounce off my ears.
Swirling around,
Patterns coming clear.
Another Galaxy is drawing near.
A new sphere of energy,
Mingling with my Atmosphere.
My Heart starts to race,
As they appear.
Face to Face,
Sharing Space.
A chance to embrace,
Become unified, intertwined,
Our Energy Multiplies,
When our Worlds Collide.
The earth is beautiful, a sign
of love much greater – God has sketched
His grace and love, come rain or shine
He’s always there, His hand outstretched
The morning glory, the rose and thorn
all His beauties are sent to bestow
hope on a world, a heart and soul reborn
offerings from One to whom I owe…
all my life, my love and belief
all that I am – it’s all a part of His plan
He gives me more than simple relief
He was here before the world began
During the moments when I fear
He’s always with me, a quiet light
glowing gracefully, through each tear
reassuring me that it will be alright
While I can’t understand such grace
I know that He is greater than all my shame
He restores my soul with His embrace
He’s the reason I’ll ever proclaim…
Love this alive brings me through it all
offering me solace in the darkest dark
lifting my burdens, and I hear His call
when I’m lost, I feel this tender spark…
wonder and joy, flow through my soul
there isn’t a doubt He’s the answer
with His love – He made me whole
He is the spirit’s greatest romancer
He is the author of love so amazing
and I can’t understand why some can’t see
beyond the darkness, hearts praising
because this is love that’s totally free!
“Life's a gift, but sometimes sorrow
moves the path of our tomorrow."
_ by Poet
From happy to heartbroken, we've become,
without a thought, her life would take a turn.
Strange symptoms that were very worrisome,
with outcomes that took many months to learn.
It started with the hurt in her left arm
when moving it became a painful chore.
Then, day by day, this triggered an alarm,
as her left side became more stiff and sore.
A search for diagnosis was the goal.
It was not easy as her symptoms grew;
from sleeplessness and mental stress, her whole
demeanor, doing things, was changing, too.
With visits to physicians, days went by
for swings in blood pressure, her beating heart.
New doctors and neurologists would try
to diagnose these symptoms from the start.
In early June this year, the verdict came-
one which we feared, but hoped would not be true.
For then we knew she'd never be the same.
There was no cure; just medicine would do.
From happy to heartbroken, we've become.
Our daughter, early 60s- Lord help, please!
This outcome is now very worrisome.
She's diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease.
Remind me of my childhood,
where everything felt okay,
though I know now nothing
was okay. I smiled for youth,
dreaming "when I grow up,
I will be a great person,
with a kind heart, ready
to help everyone. I dreamt
to be an engineer, astronaut,
physicist, a scientist, a doctor.
As I grew up, I never imagined
how life would have turned out.
I made it to the university,
as a medical student. Priorities
are changing, questions are weighing
in my mind. "Will I be able
to help a person needing my help?",
"will I keep my vows?", "was this
my dream job?", "am I on the
right path?". Things seemed hard
to me, so heavy. I fight with temptations.
I also dream of a beautiful life,
beautiful home, beautiful wife,
beautiful life, peaceful life. But as I look
at my parents, they are getting old,
and I can’t help. My mind is filled
with anxiety, I'm thinking too much
of what will happen. What will happen
if I won't make it in time? Dear God,
please raise Your hand and point me
in the right direction. I'm worried
that if I continue running my life
I will ruin it. I surrender to You.
Take all my weaknesses, addictions,
keep me away from temptations.
Grant my wishes as You see fit
and keep me distant from the
evil. Amen. May Your light guide
my every step, and bring peace
to my troubled heart.
This timid heart a 200bpm rabbit
not like that you vulgarian
like a frightened excitable permanently pulsating
come on
mammal living some say existing
largely underground
afrightened and ascurvy
Riddled with the pestilence
of forgotten decades
and winters long gone
which laid down their stains
upon the landscape
frosted thistles and tree circles
yet all it takes is a kind word
Oh Mr Dickens
a mere sniff never mind a teaspoonful of gruel
the tiniest glimmer
of hope in the form
of a one-line response
No matter how indifferent, ineffectual
or shadow insolent
just keep
hanging on
that's what you do best
Just keep hanging on
until that one day...
There is no longer one more day
but at least you held on with
elasticated hope until that final day which
if you care to think about it
is something, but then again
It does our heart good to buy something new
Whether we need it or not
We need to bolster our psyche now and then
Or else we'll just turn to pot
Now there's an idea, start smoking some weed
To help us through this gig
We bravely get up in front of some friends
Wearing nothing but a wig
Makes you feel you could conquer the world
Be the ruler of all you survey
Have gorgeous women clawing at your chest
Singing yippy-ki-o-ki-a
Marijuana is still illegal in very many places
So watch out for the fuzz I say
But in spite of it all, I'll offer this advice
Be happy you can greet each new day
© Jack Ellison 2015