SUSI BOCKS - POEMS

Susi Bocks has self-published two books - Feeling Human and Every Day I Pause. Currently, she is an Associate Editor at the virtual coffee shop - Fictional Cafe. You can find her work at IWriteHer.com, where she invites you to read her thoughts and get to know her. Bocks had some of her work previously published at VitaBrevis, Spillwords, Literary Yard, as well as other literary magazines.

​Not a Stranger

​serendipity charted a course
a friendly intervention
two hearts unaware


support, love, and acceptance
from the moment
their lives crossed paths


richness, depth, and sincerity
love gifted willingly
freely offering peace


voices echoing approval
disbursing praise for the other
from a distance far away


the past, their connection
shared struggles
in different lives


the same brokenness
a bond of deep familiarity
and understanding


like tough, worn leather
the two hearts grew
their strength multiplied


long ago hurts mended
lost futures saved
the present feeling meaningful

​Wounds and Barriers

​I took a knife to the heart.
Love and ease disappeared.
Joy, where did you go?
Days, months, and years
of intertwining, chaotic emotions.
The fabric of my essence
becoming scars.
My emptiness, aching and loneliness
turned to numb.
A full-on stop to love.
Layers of unrecognizable,
uncaring fibers in my being.
Too thick to penetrate.
Too harsh to approach.
Too done to heal.
I don’t even cry anymore.

​Weathered

​As we spring into life,
the ambition, hope, and
growth is fresh and new.
 
Another start,
a new participant
brings excitement.
 
Early on we frolic
like the sun in the summer.
Dancing enthusiastically.
 
Embracing the freedom,
seeking the possibilities,
bravado in the ups and downs.


Then life breaks us down.
We fall and falter.
Harder to rise to meet the day.


So much given.
Much taken away.
Questioning - What's the use?


Hearts get colder.
Winter in our veins.
Free and fruitful minds decline.


Our youth gives way to old age.
The strength lost over time.
White and withered, our sentence.


We came so far
only to be beaten  
down by nature.
 
The seasons, a symbol
of rebirth,
now a curse as we age.