Lost Boys

Lost Boys

Why is it that
All the Lost Boys
Come to find me
In the corners of my dreams,
When all I want to do is fly.

Needing and empty,
Wanting and unloved
They come to me like Wendy,
Seeking care, seeking love
But never wanting to leave,
to come with me.

Like Lords of the Flies
They beg me to run with their pack
To try to live a lie
Forget the part of me
That yearns for Home.

I want to fly
To be a part of their world and mine
Not lost,
Not Wendy,
But free to be Me.

Second Chances

Finding you,

I am found,
Even though it may be
Our second time around.

Feeling like
We are woven
Together in the
Tapestry of Time.

Tight but comfortable,
Easy, familiar, like a dream
Your lips haunted me for decades
but now I am awake.

Nothing to miss
Nothing to fear
Our love is so true
So infinite and clear.

I thank you
With each breath
I love you... til death
Find me in the ether now
Where we are born forever.

Mary Kirkpatrick

The Itch

The Itch

That place on my back
I just can't scratch
The sensation that I sit with,
Reminds me of the price of freedom.

Sweet pain, unfortunate gift,
Tells me the truth
About the afterlife
Not the never ending pleasure or pain,
But the itch you can't scratch.

The after life
Of your control, of your rage,
The sliding down
From your gilded cage,

I'll take the itch
I cannot scratch
Over the wrath and your
Silent Pact.


Mary Kirkpatrick