Rising Sun, Rising Moon

This Striking my heart strings  In such a way Brings much hope For joy to stay Casting eyes  Cloaked in jest But you know I want You the best I love you, I love you! I long to say Bridled and silent I can not play Ripped and torn  Inside my chest Tear off pretence And me undress Say you love me Say you do All I’ve ever wanted Was you.   DRH Copyright Donna R Hedges 2021

I Am I am what I am.  I have been blessed  With much of life  My heart caressed But also have  Borne a burden large  The weight of which Heavy on my heart. What is fair, What is right What is true? Does not matter When they’re more righteous Than you.   I could build a mountain Decorate it with stars And be seen the same as  That childhood’s scars It matters not what you’ve done or aspire to It matters alone who knows, who you do Bullshit walks, money talks So they say.  I disagree.    It’s connections  That pay.   My father’s father Knew your uncle’s son And so on and so forth Debt owed, paid, redone.   Transaction for life Chances gained, lost, or won.   I release it all and come to this one, What is this about? Why so much concern? I am what I am.    Always have, always will The only one to impress is inside of me, still.   DRH Copyright Donna R Hedges 2021

The Game   Tightly wrapped feet Cool breeze Dusting faces. Strong hands tightening laces All the way up.  Double knot.  Newly minted feet.  Wobbly legs.  "Steady, Son.  Hold onto me.” Step.    Step.    Glide.   Again.   Freedom! Joy.   Losing balance...   Bruises and bumps.  Pick yourself up.  Again and again.  Strong praise.   Stronger love.   Thanks, Dad.   Time shared.    It’s OK.   “I love you dad.” “I’m proud of you, son.” Change of game.  Now we watch.  A bond created.  Trial.    Triumph.   This game of life.  Some wins.    Some loss.  Same dusting off.  Same love.   Same game.  Time still precious.   “Steady, Dad. Hold on to me.” DRH  Copyright 2021 Donna R. Hedges

I am One The voice of one is lost  In the emptiness Because no one speaks up Everyone is waiting Conditioned For someone else To take a stand It takes one to create a ripple One step One action There is no good time No right time No perfect time There is only now And when I look back  in ten  I want to say I was that one  And, I am still that one.   DRH Copyright Donna R Hedges 2021