Poetry by TonyaJo The Real You Where are you? I’ve looked so many places; searched so many faces. It’s not easily found in a world where shadows abound. A constant game of charades and senseless other games are played. To be real in this strange place takes a determined heart and a lot of grace. It takes courage to show your truth ... to brave the stares and shun cruel actions of the uncouth. The Velveteen Rabbit was as real as anyone. Unraveled and battered with his battle won ... that rabbit came to BE by becoming undone.
A Kind of Heavy There are days of which no one could argue it’s heaviness. Those moments imprinted across our emotional DNA like an embossed ribbon. Marked anniversaries of consequential change and monumental grief. Then there’s the kind of heavy no one can explain. It trails behind like an overpacked suitcase on the path to a beach. From all appearances, life is airy and sublime. These are often the most difficult days. No one sees the load or understands the struggle. It is one thing to suffer together with friends in communal pain. 4
It’s altogether different to see the sun shining everywhere and only feel rain.
