Glow

If only I could see me

the way you see me

everything would be different
I keep the lights on

because the darkness

hides your lips

and I can’t, 

for the life of me,

 understand a word you say
But the same light 

that lets me see

to read

shows everything 

I wish I could keep

hidden in the dark
You see my imperfections

the scars on my body

the way time hasn’t

always been so kind
it’s a double edged sword

a battle that I fight

day in and night out

trying so damn hard

to see beauty in the ages

embrace the changes

to keep on dancing

with all the broken pieces

to glow in the light

and not hide in the dark
I look in the mirror

remembering so well

when the reflection

showed a different woman

a different time
if I could only see me

the way you see me

everything would be

so different
I would look beyond

the imperfections 

straight to the heart

of the matter
and I just might be able

to glow in the dark

from the light in your eyes
đź’—Jeanna’ Mead

6 25 a.m. 12-10-17

http://www.jeannasoul.com

On Cue

Wishes

She believed in wishes

Whispered to the stars

written on paper

carved into stone

blown onto candles

and into thin air

She wished upon a star

and at red lights that stopped her car but not her heart

She wished for kisses

under the moonlight

Along her neck and on her lips

For strength when she felt weak

For scars to fade  and wounds to heal

To hold and to be held

To stand real close and hear

the spoken words she was reading

the lyrics to the music that set her feet to dancing

She wished for grace to forgive
others and herself

Sometimes she wished for bliss

The scent she worn so well

Other times she couldn’t help but wish

For one more chance again

She wished to be chosen

Invited and wanted

And sometimes she just wished to be left to herself

In her sacred place of peace and quiet

She often wished for more time

Another glass of sweet wine

Chocolate bars and strawberries fresh from the vine

The house to be clean

Flowers to bloom

Clients to book

Bills to be paid

Something cute to wear

A perfectly made coffee

She wished to give
And to receive

Good news,good vibes, good things

Wrapped in pretty paper ,.tied with string

She wished for love

And she believed that wishes

Came true

When least expected

in strange ways

And odd places

 So she wished and wished

Even more. 

Seeing Red

When she wasn’t expecting it to show

The red devil came along

Making her crave 

Chocolate and something else

That she just couldn’t put her finger on

It left her hanging on

To the ragged edge

An emotional mess

Of highs and lows

Beautiful chaotic mess

That she couldn’t quite understand her own self

She wanted to be held

And to be left alone

She was glad it came

Though she would have rather

It choose different days

But the familiar presence

Was a reminder

That she was still

Young enough

Fertile and voluptuous

Every inch a woman

Seeing red





Something Else

 New soles and new shoes

Jeans,  pants,and a few more shirts

A real good reason

A need and a want

Money well spent

But still

Could have been

Something else

A need and a want

Money well spent

A real good reason

But still

It was something else






Desire

It seems to me

That my desires change

From day to day

Moment by moment

Sometimes I desire

Peace and quiet

Solitude….a chance to write

Outside on the patio

Surrounded by nature

Other times I can’t wait

To feel the music

Beneath my feet

And dance all night

The pleasure of company

Loved ones with me
On cold days,I so desire

 A crackling fire

Cup filled with cocoa

Fresh baked cookies

Books to read

But as soon as it warms up

The things  change

And I desire 

Juicy peaches and mangos

Fresh squeezed lemonade

Coconut oil rubbed on my skin

Feet plopped in the sand

There are times when i desire

Nothing but an embrace

And other times I can never get enough

Of my love language of touch

I might desire to slip away 

Unnoticed 

A wisp in the air

Another times I make sure

My desires were made clear

The only thing 

That’s never changed

Is my desire

To be me. 

Jeanna’ Mead

5 39a.m. 3.4 17