You are no mere vessel carrying light,
You are the light
Itself.
Every atom and cell
Shining so brilliantly bright;
Believe.
You are no mere vessel carrying light,
You are the light
Itself.
Every atom and cell
Shining so brilliantly bright;
Believe.
Listening to the rain
Landing on the leaves
In the canopy overhead.
Elation.
Each drop creates a symphony.
I ride the notes
Arriving in a heavenly
Plane.
I just want to lay here a little longer,
Just a little longer.
Pour over me.
Let the rain fill me up
And overflow.
Wash me away and carry me.
Carry me away and lay me in
Your gentle arms
Where I belong.
These are the days.
You hear it said again and again
And ignore the wisdom.
You cannot shake everything you think is Wrong and carry it.
Carry it on and on.
And the days go.
Change your mind,
Change your heart.
Your view will start to morph,
For these are the days.
Then they are gone,
You are gone.
Somewhere
Before I remember,
When i began to walk
I think,
I started carrying your disappointment and Fear
On my back.
And when my staggering posture became noticeable
I
Carefully moved it
Behind my ribcage
Between my heart and my stomach,
Rearranging my insides for you.
It was almost impossible to breathe,
Impossible to eat.
Though I thought that is what good children do.
As I grew I realized
You did it for your mother and father too.
This was all you knew.
I am grateful we broke our hearts open.
Thus,
We broke the silence.
Some mornings when I wake
I feel weak and dreary.
It is then I let hope
Carry me.
She is so full of love.
I allow her
Strength to move me
And I always end up looking to the heavens.
I always end up smiling softly to myself.
The boat is easing up to the dock.
My friend you have returned
And tears fill my eyes.
Alas the reflection of the summer sun
Upon the water stings my eyes
As I frantically search for you.
My heartstrings play your name as my feet
Carry me to you.
Arms and legs no longer heavy.
Heartbeats fall into sync.
Our smiles speak of perfect happiness.
Bliss unspoken.
And there upon the dock we are home.
I hold on to things
Life has left
For
Far too long.
I put them under my pillow
While I dream.
And
Weave them into the wild flowers in my hair.
I seem to carry a
Concealed hope
That they might come back to life
If only I
Love them enough.
I carried hope around with me
Securely locked away
In a little magic box
Wanting to really believe it was full,
But fearful it might be truly empty.
I am slowly
Learning to have compassion for the girl
That believed she had no voice.
The girl that was afraid to shine
Or make a sound.
Who had been beaten down.
Who had almost disappeared from
Existence.
She will always be a part of me.
She was not weak.
After all
She carried me on her own.
On every twist and turn.
Up
Mountains and through valleys
Alone,
She carried me.
She pulled me up off my knees.
She dug me out of the shadows
And pushed me
Into the light.
Lifted my gaze up to life.
Through sun and storms.
Through my entire life.
She carried me.
Now it’s my turn to
Carry her.
To love her and I realize what I thought
Were her weaknesses,
Led to my strengths.