And here I am once
Again
With scattered photographs
And unfinished poems in
My bed.
My heart
Grappling naked
With
Echoes.
With memories in the
Dark.
And here I am once
Again
With scattered photographs
And unfinished poems in
My bed.
My heart
Grappling naked
With
Echoes.
With memories in the
Dark.
I want to melt.
I want to slip between the cracks.
I desire to be held and let all my walls
Down.
To be completely and utterly
Vulnerable.
Naked.
But I can’t.
I’m too bent.
I’m too damaged.
It’s too late
And I’m too tired.
These bruises won’t go away.
No matter how hard I scrub,
The bleach won’t clear away the stains.
The glue won’t hold the cracks together.
My strength is just a hoax I’ve planted in my brain
Which my heart can no longer
Sustain.
She smiles
But there is an edge in her eyes
And you wonder why
As you pass her by.
She laughs out loud
But there’s a sadness in the sound
And you wonder why
As you pass her by.
Her life has never been
Quite as it seems
To the naked eye
Of a passerby.
There are mysteries
In her heart
And sorrows in her soul
That’s she’s never shared,
That nobody knows.
Universal vibrations
Awaken
My
Sleeping heaven.
I recover
My breath
As your exquisite essence envelopes
My soul.
Momma would pick up the violin
When her heart was breaking.
And the strings she would play
Until her fingers,
They were aching.
And her tears
Made the melody
Flow from her soul.
Even though I was young,
I felt it in my blood.
The love and the hate.
The longing and yearning
As it echoed from impossible
Depths.
Each note
Bleeding
Out
From the
Fissures
Of her
Heart.
I must write today.
I must paint the sun
In rhymes.
Or not.
I must urge you to taste the
Rain
With your heart.
Become the air as it dances with
The leaves of the trees.
I ask you to
Close your eyes
And
Let a cloud roll
Off
Your tongue.
Sense the heat of the sun
As it plays on your skin.
Take notice as the ink amuses itself in your
Mind,
Leaving every word a memory indelibly
Impressed upon your soul.
Forever a part of you.
Soft light peeking through.
Determined to touch the shadows.
Waking every morning.
Wanting nothing more than to
Make contact with
Something within
The dark.
Lie back.
Breathe.
If we could be.
Just set our souls free
And
Be.
One and one equals
One.
Be
Like the moon and the sun.
Together
They keep the world as one.
Together
They
Create the beautiful
Sunrise and sunset
On the oceans edge.
Together
They
Compose the
Beginning
And
The end.
Yet never ending
As One.