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Who
You beautiful soul
Who led you to believe
You have made to many mistakes to be loved?
Take Heed
Take heed those of you in a moment
The advice of those who have been before
Let not their experience
Be for naught
Empty
I awake
Empty
Still feeling great weight
Heavy heart
Heavy steps
Blank
Mind
I begin to believe all words are gone
Broken lead
Empty pencil
Still
I know when I feel empty
I must remember
Love lives
Unending
In me.
In us.
Take In
Come my love
Soften your skin onto mine.
Let go all barriers.
Let go all doubt.
Let go the veil that hides
Your heart.
Your eyes.
And allow yourself
Contentment.
Allow yourself this moment.
Let your hands wander.
Eyes open to see.
Feel it seep away;
The fear.
Come my love
Indulge your wanting.
Feel again in you
That which has been hollow,
That which has been longing.
And
Together let us
Take in love.
Melding Within
Our eyes meet
Pulses quicken
Touching
Breath deepens
Kisses stirring
Our skin weeps
Frenzied
Fevered
Consummation divine
Now
Melding within
My Home
on the open road again
sunlight in my eyes
windows down
and the wild wind whipping my hair about
i breathe
and keep driving
with nowhere to go
radio turned off so
i can hear my thoughts
my heart
and the birds
i go down any road i wish
and soak in the beauty
i touch the beauty
this beauty that rescues me
and holds me up
reminds me everywhere is home
i am my home
Fly Away
I am brave.
I welcome my fears
and call them friends.
I invite them in
and they learn to love me as well;
they help me build my wings.
They make them stronger
and they too learn to fly away
free.
All of Me For Me
For so many years I hid bits of myself.
I tucked
My favorite Legos in the floorboards,
In the house where the gun went off.
Hoping someday someone would find them and
Create something admirable.
I wrote my name in nooks
And secret places hoping someday
Someone would read me;
My book.
I placed my voice in a jar
And put it in a corner
Hoping someday
Someone would find it,
Open
It and hear me;
My song.
I am going back and collecting these bits of me
Myself.
For I know my worth now
And those bits are too lovely to keep hidden
In dark places;
Too lonely to wait any longer
Simply wishing to be found by another.
All of me for me.
Knives
I will not pick up the knife to injure you.
For I remember well what it feels like to be cut
In many different places
By many different people.
I desire not to inflict
Pain upon
Another soul.
For with each wound I give,
I am pained twice.
Would you too let go your knives?