Selene, catch me in your pearlescent embrace. 

Selene, are you here
for the whispers
of my waning soul?
As I slept beneath
your pearlescent beads
did you shroud
me from sight?
If I sit now and stare
upon your face
in the infinite depth
of darkness,
will you kiss me,
caress me, leave a
sheen of your energy
flowing through me?
As I wane will
you catch me…

Karen Hayward ©2017

Image and words 

My sacrifice returns to haunt me.

I’m tidying toys,
Blocking out noise,
washing dishes,
And talking wishes,
I’m standing at the door,
looking at the floor
As clouds above begin to roar.
I even paused,
To stand outside
And feel the rain,
On my skin again.
I’ve stairs to sweep,
Stories to tell
And
Bedtime rituals still
To yell.
Lunch’s to be made,
A hanging doll to be saved,
washing to fold,
My sleep on hold.
A sacrifice had to be made,
So now as exhaustion hits,
On the stairs where i sit,
It’s the cool rain in the air
That reminds me,
To always push,
To always dare.
And as i am
Punished once more,
For refusing to look at the floor,
All i can think,
Is
Hell
Yeah!