Chess

Check.

You’ve planned everything.

Check.

Moving through the checkered bits

you took away everything I once was.

Check.

You’ve dismantled my walls,

Check.

blew out my defenses.

Check.

You were the Knight leaping through my broken pieces

landing on top of my very own essence

in a board-shattering

Checkmate.

©Maria Omena

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Reach

Reach out.
Stretch your limbs,
your arms, your fingers,
your soul, your essence;
Reach deeper.

Reach into my body.
Grab it, own it, claim it;
Carefully though,
reverently,
don’t break me.

Reach into my soul,
as if it’s the most wonderful poem you’ve ever heard.
Read between the lines, hear the way my heart beats –
like an overexcited metronome as you hold me.

Reach into my thoughts.
Pull out the poison ivy that has a hold on my brain.
Make my head spin, my hands shake, my heart race…

Make me see colour in a world that was once so grey.