Latest Original Poems
When the hand is a Mask...
How hard to break through?
When you hiss and you bite
And you're left there, to chew
On the horrible things
That still ring in your ears
Some that fill you with RAGE
Others stifle you, with Fear
That you're doomed to live out
All that they've said you will
But hidden, deep inside
Is the hope that you still
Will break free of these bonds
Of those fingers tightly pressed
That at times, hard to breathe
And the pounding in your chest
Where your Heart longs for freedom
From THIS oppressive life
That in the future - release
Thus, ending pain and strife
To live, as you're intended
Be the BEST you, you can
Share your story with others
Thereby, ruining "The Plan"
To keep you held in bondage
Oppressed, unable to stand
And you will be feeling the freedom
From when the mask WAS a hand...
Connie R Jordan... Finished 042720
Masks, many wear them
Some people, more than one
They're covered by hundreds
They think that they're done
That life will be better
And no one will know
That they're hiding behind something
And that NO ONE cares to go
Beyond the masks they wear
To see what's really under
True, many DON'T care
Or for one second, wonder
Why their need for so many?
It screams of pain untold
And not many dare go there
To stand, and help fold
Back the edges, many delicate
And so easily broken
Some, hard and fast
A definite token
Of wounds deep embedded
Not even willing to look
To go through the pain
And have their foundation be shook
It is not an easy task
To hold a mask, once removed
And to see the pain left
Lines of pain deeply grooved
Into scars, the reminders
Of a memory of the past
That once the mask removed
The scar WILL last
A reminder to show you
From whence you came
And also, a reminder
To not go there, again...
Connie R Jordan... 091018
In this time of Covid, feeling under attack
Feeling overwhelmed, yet feel taken aback
By the influx of info; what's true - what's not??!
Sensing the urgency - running both cold AND hot
Mask on/mask off ‐ daily battle begins
Until I get home - sense of "normal", again??!
Who knew, when year started, how odd spring would be??!
How much we'd be missing all those we can't see??!
Simple hugs, binding handshakes - things seemingly gone away
Wondering what "new recommendations" will be coming today??!
And yet, in the chaos - believe it, or not
Have been moments of peace, being randomly caught
I've been "handling things", though been bitchy, at times
And sometimes, felt "blocked", trying to write those lines
Of my blog posts - to encourage, to not feel so alone
That we're ALL going through it - try to see how we've grown
Making positives out of all the destruction we've seen
That for humanity, the possibility of that ugly slate wiped clean??!
I believe nothing is wasted - lessons always abound
I just hope, always do, that true peace WILL be found
Five years ago, my life was changed
When your pain became too great
For you to bear, you gave "The Look"
Asking me to choose your fate
I "loved you enough", and still, to this day
Carry your picture with me, the same old way
And talk about you, like you're still here
Confuse the heck out of people, but I don't care
Forever, my Son, my Baby Boy
Your Sister, Motion, still plays with your toys
One day, with YOU, but now safe on the shelf
When I think about that, ALWAYS laugh to myself
"No, Motion, you CANNOT play with your Big Brother!!!"
Just know that I will NEVER have another
First born in my life, you have that title
And Motion, nor anyone, will ever rival
What we had...because, it just wouldn't be right
Each soul will be different, not going to fight
And know, that place in my heart will ALWAYS be filled by you
Until we're together, forever, doing what we do
Love you, my Woobiebutt!!!
At Five AM, many lives were changed
Because of a situation not so strange
Guy decided to drink, then get behind the wheel
With three passengers, two of which were killed
Three young lives were taken that day
That ride should NOT have ended that way
To go to the store, was all that was asked
Too selfish, too drunk, to finish that task
Nine years later, still missed just as much
Your smile, your hugs, your soft tender touch
My life was changed, on that fateful day
When someone else's choices took you away
I MAY forgive, because that is how it should be
But I will NEVER forget you, my sweet Poetry...
I LOVE YOU!!!
(Aunt) Connie R Jordan... 042419