I Don’t Understand

I don’t understand
why people hate so easily.
I don’t understand
why we can’t get along.
I understand
people are different.
Different colors
different cultures
different beliefs.
I understand
some people do not like different.
Do not like the unknown
do not like change.
I don’t understand
why we hate so easily.
I think many truly do not understand
what hate is.
When I was young, I used the word hate freely.
I hate the color pink…
I hate when it’s too hot…
I hate Brussel sprouts…
I hate…you.
Until…
One glace
from eyes the blue of midnight skies.
One word
falsely uttered with the innocence of a newborn lamb.
One quirk from lips
which truth is as foreign as the deepest parts of space.
Such small simple gestures
sent a tidal wave of rage so strong
my knees threaten to cave.
My site dimmed
covered with the hazy red from the deepest pits
of hell.
My body trembled as if the earth itself
shook with my rage.
My voice squeezed down, down, down
until a hoarse whisper was my only sound.
Those around me did not understand.
Those around me did not see
the man who had destroyed so many lives.
Who had wrote misery and grief
death and chaos
most of all, fear
so he remained free.
Only then did I truly understand
the word hate.
How I had used the word in haste.
In disregard for the power
that single word held.
Now
I dislike pink.
I prefer a warm breeze to the hot sun.
As for Brussels sprouts…well
the word hate may still pertain
or at least a strong gag inducing distaste.
Most of all
I do not hate you.
Not for your differences,
not for your beliefs,
not because your way of seeing things is unusual
to what others may think as the straight and narrow.
I am willing to learn
what I don’t understand
because hate is a word, an emotion
I only reserve
for those people, places or things
that have truly earned the label of
hate.

© Copywrite 2021 Heidi Barnes

Spring has Sprung

Spring as sprung

the birds chirp

the frogs burp

Spring has sprung

the grass needs mowing

the weeds are growing…..

Spring has sprung

the sky is blue

the flowers bloom

Spring has sprung

the mood is lite

words at last take flight

© Copywrite 2021 Heidi Barnes

Someone Dies Tonight

Witches scream
fires bright
someone will die tonight.
Chaos reigns
while demons play
there is only one god tonight.
Devil spawn
chant deep magic
as shadows stretch in firelight
dark secrets revealed,
someone will die tonight
Struggling, pleading
deaf ears it falls
Crying out to a god
with words they were taught
who seems to care naught.
You are naïve,
they say
You have hope where hope is no more,
they say.
Give in
give him
your undying devotion
your hope
your soul.
Give him everything you are
you were
will be,
no one will die tonight.
One last chance
one last phrase,
no one will die tonight.
Silence ensues
breath held tight,
cracking flame breaks the night
With one last word
one last phrase,
someone died tonight.

© 2021 Heidi Barnes

Do You See Yourself?

I see you
standing among the trees,
aware of the pain
surrounding you.
Uncaring that you
are its cause.
What are you waiting for?
Are you waiting for me?
Do you think I could forget?
Forgive?
The wisest of us are wrong.
Time does not heal all wounds.
It just wears you down
until the burden of pain
is too heavy to carry any longer.
Until one day the anger
the hurt
seems to fade away,
until I see you.
Does this mean I forgive?
No….
Forgiveness is a privilege
you have not earned,
may never earn.
Does this mean I forget?
Only for my sake
my sanity
will I dwell no longer
on memories wrought by selfishness,
by betrayal.
You, however, must carry the burden,
shoulder the pain
of what you have done.
I see you,
but do you see yourself
or do you walk the forest
blind to what you did,
what you are
what you have become?
Look into the mirror
tell me honestly
can you forget,
Can you forgive yourself?
Or will you continue
uncaring
of the pain you cause?

Copyright © 2020 Heidi Barnes

Do You Ever Wonder Why?

Do you ever wonder why the earth is round, galaxies spin,
how did it all begin?
Do you ever wonder why the sky is blue, the grass is green,
and who decided these things?
Is there life after death?
Do we move on to another time, another place,
another challenge, another space,
or comeback to begin again?
Do you ever wonder why people are they way they are?
Is it who they are born to be,
or how they are shaped, molded,
by society?
Are we alone in the vast unknown?
Is it arrogant to believe we are all there is,
or naive…?
There are many different answers, opinions, theories,
and many more questions, queries.
None of the answers are really right,
none of them are really wrong.
Opinions to be had all around.
Will we ever really understand?
Will anyone truly ever know…
why?

Copyright © 2019 Heidi Barnes

Free

Have you ever wanted to be free?
Free of burdens,
free of choices
free of morality
free of consequences?
Have you ever wanted to let go
fly with the wind
go wherever
however
with whomever you please?
Have you ever not wanted to worry
about the choices you make
the way others see you
think of you
judge you?
Have you ever wanted to just be
who you are
feel how you feel
do what you want
without fear of condemnation?
Have you ever wanted to be
free?

Copyright © 2018 Heidi Barnes

Redemption

You seek redemption
I cannot give
Your crimes to numerous
The atrocities wide spread.
Payment must be received
Though no coin will be paid
Vengeance never is sweet
To those deserving its touch
You deny the possibility
Yet it will come for you
No shadow darkness thick
No hole deep enough
I wait until then
Redemption’s price revealed
Justice made real

Copyright 2017 Heidi Barnes

Dangerous Thrill

Shadowy alleyways
Darken corners
Not a soul in sight
Waiting for footsteps
Stalking the night
Warnings of danger
Gone unheeded
Seeking something dangerous
Forbidden
A thrill
The props are in place
Cloth wrapped tight
Skin exposed
To winters might
Highest heels
Shortest skirt
Swaying hips
Quietly screaming
Please
Come take
Shadows move
Figures five make
Faltering steps
Second thoughts too late
Deed set in motion
No turning back
Ready or not
They attack

 

Copyright 2017 Heidi Barnes