Ceasefire

It’s high time to assemble you all

To congregate the many parts of my self

That with which I struggle and push

And that which brings me joy and wealth

The brave, the meek, the in-between

Sit you all aside one another in peace

I promise equal time for all: I love you each

It is time for the Great War to cease

Ownership

No longer have to trademark my grief

Don’t need the world to see where I was broke

I’ve given myself full attention and love

All I’d held dormant is now woke

I’ve befriended it all, found a place in my heart

For what used to have me in tatters

Don’t need you to see it to make it all real

It’s mine now, and that’s all that matters

Shiny peach polish on elegant, tapered fingers

Faint fragrance of rose mixed with Jergen’s

I loved your creamy white hands, Grandmother

I’d lay alongside you as you napped, put my fingertips next to yours

Watch the rise and fall of your chest, feel the warmth of your breath

Fall into a peaceful sleep that felt like being carried on a breeze

I’ve never felt as safe and loved as I did then

You’ve been gone so long, but I can find you whenever I want

I just put on some Jergen’s and close my eyes