Cross swinging from a chain? Sitting in church every Sunday? Giving to the church? Teaching Sunday School? What makes a Christian? As if that matters anymore. The world has written us off as elitist, racist, oppressive, unwelcoming, manipulative, money grabbing, ignorant, delusional…the list goes on. When will we realize that inside we are all the same? Mexican, Russian or African; Christian, Muslim or Jew. Or whatever. We all want to be safe, secure and part of a loving community. Maybe we need to do away with religion so we can concentrate on the spiritual. Love is the common bond for all of us.
For your story.
For a sign
That you are ready
To go with me.
I feel the sting
Of your rejection.
You don’t want
You just don’t want
To be alone.
So maybe there
Is hope for us
In the end.
Can make it work.
Remember playing cards in your
Apartment, going on long walks together
At night, remember me sleeping all day,
And me blowing up like a balloon,
When I ate tuna casserole? Remember
Me being admitted for suicidal thoughts?
Remember the med changes, the visiting
Hours at the hospital, being mad at me,
Not believing that I would do it, and
Maybe you were right. Remember the
Tears, the arguments, the
Disappointments and heartbreak?
Remember the good times, with family
And friends? Remember the parents in
The hospital, your surgeries, my
Procedures, shock treatment and vocal
Cords? Remember the trips to Shands,
The Sunday school mornings and church
Services, music and children and
Candles and sermons? We’ve been
Through a lot in 21 years. And I wouldn’t
Change a thing, if I could! Love, Bonch
Sharing a place
Is the peaceful price
You pay for
Not being nice.
A wedding ring
Is not the thing
For those in a rush
To do the thing
That is forbidden.
I’d like to go back
And do things
But I probably wouldn’t.
Did you, too?
Have you been there?
Do you, really?
I’m glad you’re here.
I’m glad I’M here.
This is work.
I want to get better.
I wish I could sleep.
I sleep too much.
I’m ready to commit to that.
I’m ready to quit.
I trust you.
Thank you for being there for me.
A light bulb turns on.
Words flow like breathing.
Keeping each other company.
Along for the ride,
Be there for you,
Whenever you need someone.
Any time, any place.
I’ll hold out a light
So you can see your way.
Brothers and sisters
Of mental illness.
Speed collects beads
Of sweat on the seatbelt
Wrapped around my body.
Likening your smile
To a Star streak across the sky
On a mellow night.
The sun is bright this morning
As it rises above the hills.
See the birds fly
From the trees so frantically.
I bet one of them saw me
When I told you I loved you
In the tree, smiling, ear to ear.
Bell ring sound thing but how ding dong
Do you think I’m able to drink from the
Fountain of mirth slow table so search
Drab covers hide glad tidings minuet so
Delve into duty with one foot on the base
Careful one means cautious two for you.
So much to chat about but not the will to
Chat. How was yours? Mine was fine.
Hope you are well. Being well is half the
Battle. Sometimes soft, soothing songs.