Musings & Meditations

Brokenness

Posted in Writing by Pam Keesey on March 24, 2008

There is a brokenness
out of which comes the unbroken,
a shatteredness
out of which blooms the unshatterable.
There is a sorrow
beyond all grief which leads to joy
and a fragility
out of whose depths emerges strength.

There is a hollow space
too vast for words
through which we pass with each loss,
out of whose darkness
we are sanctioned into being.

There is a cry deeper than all sound
whose serrated edges cut the heart
as we break open to the place inside
which is unbreakable and whole,
while learning to sing.

 — Rashani, 1991

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Tattoo

Posted in Writing by Pam Keesey on January 15, 2008

In the afterglow I curl up to you,
My face against your back,
My breath warm against my cheek.
I dream of quills, of india ink,
and etching words of love
deep into your soft, white skin.

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You’re Not Here

Posted in Writing by Pam Keesey on January 8, 2008

My longing is laced with sadness,
Infused with despair.
I have such a strong desire,
A need to touch you, to hold you,
To confide in you,
To hear you laugh and say my name.
Your absence fills my days
And haunts my nights.
What I wouldnt give to have you here,
With me, beside me, around me.
Ive never been so profoundly sad,
Nor so profoundly lonely
As I am right now,
Because youre not here.

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