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Warrior’s Tale

We all start pure, simply loving being loved.

Pummeled with life’s reality we are shocked, afraid to give up our name.
The cloak of innocence shreds with every whipping wind and painful flame.

Icy blindfolds, iron chest plates —
If only we did not discover our true fate?

Life, a fiery goblet, pours down our throats
Sweet memories burned into our souls.
Forever forged with choices, chances, hopes.
We carry our torches crafted from golden memories,
— yearning to find our way.

Damaged with every scar, we push on.
But who of the great warriors survives
without bruises, scratches, burns?
Fighting we are, for every chance at the light,
— to carry our torches another day.

We grow wiser with life’s reality, but no less hopeful.
We grow braver, but no less careful.

Love’s flame casts shadows on yesterday’s scars.
Untouchable memories now white hot as stars.

We are still loved and love on forever.

 

Copyright 2014 Carrie Mamantov, The Rugrat Project

Ready

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It’s all in the lines.
Skips, jumps, hills and mountains.
Nothing.
Everything.
Waves, even and steady.
Your breathing,
not your brain.

And my heart
it falls.
My lungs
lose air.
Frozen. Terrified. Ready.
Ready???
There is no such thing.
I fail you.
I’m not strong enough.
Crashing, reeling.
My emotions,
not the waves,
not you.

You are still sleeping,
Peaceful.
Ready.

 

copyright 2014: Carrie Mamantov, The Rugrat Project 

A Mother’s Fight

My arms crush you with Zeus’s strength, and yet it’s but a fleeting touch.
Swirling hurricane winds would fail to rip me away.
Unearthly is this force pulling me to you.

Trembling lips wrap you with iron love, attempting to protect as much.
No fearsome beast could stand to meet my burning eyes.
How weak my arms feel flailing to catch you.

I scream, see fire, claw at the pain.
I sigh, tears fall, it starts again.

Bring on the fight, however long it may be.
A mighty force stands by your side,
For eternity.

Copyright 2013 Carrie Mamantov

Sunshine and Pancakes Please

Question is, is it really about my child or me?

Sunshine and Pancakes


No chance I will get up!

No smiles, no hugs,

No warm snuggle time for you — harrumph!

———

You can’t expect me!

Only moans and groans.

Pillows and blankets I choose, you see…

———-

Clouds and toast won’t appease

The monster inside me.

Only sunshine and pancakes please!

~Copyright 2012 Carrie Mamantov