VERSE | REFLECTION

Do you sometimes ask yourself if you’re alright
Do the burdens of life come down hard on your joy
Do all the schemes of gladness that you deploy
Seem bound to falter, sink with the sun
Making you despair, come undone
Do you sometimes wonder if you’ll ever be alright?

Do you sometimes worry if you’re alright
If you’re treating your body like it was meant
More like a temple, less like a tent
Does it respond with resilience and grace
Does it show up as a gentle glow on your face
Can you smile and say that you’re alright?

Do you sometimes brood about being alright
If the crimson, beating, streaming path
From your analysing mind to your ruminating heart
Is clear and bright and lit up with calm
Where thoughts and memories are like comforting balm
Do you feel your spirit lift because you’re alright?

Do you feel your atoms dance, your heart sing
Then soften to a gentle, constant hum again
Do you feel your blood flow in passionate storms
And then settle into tranquil crests and falls
Do you sometimes in your moments of quiet
Feel a gratitude because you’re alright?

I hope that when you lie in your bed at night
On the cusp of sleep, with your guard down
When your truth shines unfettered, unbound
That with your eyes closed you can look within
And hear it in every fibre of your being
I’m alive, I’m still here, I am alright.

VERSE | THE FACE IN THE MIRROR

I look in the mirror at the face 
That looks back at me
Silent, still, waiting for something
An acknowledgment maybe

I need to see that she’s alive, I blink
She blinks back at me
I let her know that I’ve seen her
She does the same for me

I look into the dark brown eyes
Her gaze is focused and serene
I blink again to understand
To read that look, to glean

She smiles a little smile then
The pleasantries out of the way
She and I are closer now
Than we were yesterday

I notice the lines that now hug
The corners of her eyes
They tell tales of highs and lows
Of when she fell and when she thrived

My glance slips down to the smiling mouth
Lines embrace that feature too
Telling both in prose and verse
Of times both cheery and blue

I look again into the eyes
I see a twinkle in them now
Still room for grace and joyfulness
Before life’s final bow