paradox.

sitting alone in my office

on the second floor

forty three miles from home

I still make believe that

I know what I am doing

success is inevitable,

loyalty is possible,

and my aging

body will once again fit

into those jeans

I have tucked away

on the top shelf

no one knows that I am  

a masterful actress,

an introverted mind reader, that

I balance plates heaped

with stereotypes, and

the drawings on the wall

are mine

© 4.24.2015 heather brager 

redemption.

a neon morning cradling the skyline

offers temporary blindness

coasting again, I stare it down

like you with the thunderstorm

when your words were the wind

in the beginning of this

a song about loving a girl

for a moment I search for who I was

and your voice is every voice

expectation kept me alive

and made me who I am

time trudges onward, the

bones scattered, gleaming white

across the high plans

where I sifted through vast emptiness

for all of those years

temporary blindness with

her voice calling me in

I am puissant and complete

her black wings silhouetted by

the purest sapphire sky

© 4.2.2015 heather brager