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In and Out

by

Virginia Tolcher-Resnick

(In and out) my mind swirls into consciousness,
almost as if a button has been pushed
triggering my eyelids to open.
Euphoric sensations start in my veins,
light finds my eyes, pleasure parts my pains.
Kaleidoscopic memories demand to be released;
sequestered in their sectors, they yearn to reach relief.
I hear a single songbird, she whispers in my ear,
"Brother, please, come back to us, I love you sweet,

my dear."
I feel a stark vibration, like a motor start to run,
something deep inside me pushes to move on.
My thoughts -- they twirl in search of peace,
I ache to have their sorrows cease;
I long to move my lips to speak;
I want to walk upon my feet.
I need to feel my life's complete.
Surely time will help me heal, but how in time

am I to feel?
Will I know my heart's lovesong? Will they ache

when I am gone?
When I look into a glass, will I know this

this stranger's past?
In and out, my mind, it flutters.
My eyelids flap like window shutters.
I feel my heart, it starts to quake,
as I am torn from my present place.
My mind, it blinks, a blinding strobe.
I see your light. I see my home.
I feel my friends, they're gathering 'round,
I can hear their hearts' sobbings sounds.
All at once I am at peace.
I watch my friends mourn over me,
weeping tears of destiny.
I watch them scatter o'er all the sea
the ashes that I once called me.
I hear them tell their tales with pride,
tales of who I was before I died.
I whisper secrets in their ears,
hopefully dispelling all their fears.
I stay around to ease their pain,
until I'm sure they are sustained.
I wait until their spirits rise,
until the glimmer returns into their eyes.
And then I make a bounding leap,
into a world that is unknown --
unchartered, unconquered,
no maps to be shown.
Simply a spirit free to roam.

Untitled

by

Virginia Tolcher-Resnick

A lightning bolt has stricken
the heart of everyman.
Rain falls dow profusely,
though it touches not the land.
Hear the thunder clapping, as
you make your final stand.
Don't try for an encore; for
he'll bite your giving hand.

Feel the river forming
in the trenches of your heart.
Hear the old man growing
as your youth at last departs.
A face forever changing,
though remaining still the same.
Can you hear the new world calling
as your body's growing lame?

Rain forever falling, nipping at your feet,
to rise above the problem --

an awe-inspiring feat.
A thunderstorm is coming,
I can hear the distant wails,
laughter drawn to whispers,
commiserate exhales.
Listen to the water as it trickles to and fro.
It's amazing that my downfall
will cause new things to grow.

All life ends where I am sitting --
beneath a waterfall that should be pretty.