Bringer Of Joy

 Reawakening old, original drives
the memories unburied with every note
the emotions riding the memories up with every crescendo
New dreams with old ties form
Impossible fantasies
But
the feeling of richness
the feeling of home
Should've
Would've
Could've
create a dark funnel leading only to what can be done
That voice
rising from a plethora of beautiful voices
starts old engines
brings back the wholeness
and makes the loss of it fresh
What I had been capable of
the moment I heard what I could be capable of
and the fear that killed it
just as the sound I had been working for was being heard
Still I listen every day
taking the beating of my past
to get to the beauty still there but buried
brought out every time I hear that voice sing

3-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen








Did She Ever Make A Sound?

 She stayed a child for far too long
drunk on the infinite time we all think we have
She would never dare the stroke against the tide
stationary was delicious
and safe

And so a gluttony of years passed
every one becoming easier
and quieter
than the last

Until there she was
looking at the end coming into view
with no way to turn around
reverse
or even slow down

For all her lack of motion
she still moved forward

She just didn't disturb a grain of sand

2-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen

Too Late

 It's common thought that we all know who we want to be
but our psychological bedrock can often get buried
bad parenting lays rocks
laziness dumps sand
stupidity flows in water
fear puts down concrete

So we dig
shovels of self-help books and self-help people
smashing the fear
damming the stupidity
moving the laziness
and rolling the rocks away
as the reason for each is discovered

An apocalypse of self-knowledge

Until we've cleared
the rubble of our lives away
to where our the flames of our natural shelves should burn

Finding our ghost within
tending a dead fire

1-March-2024
Tressa Lee Breen