I promised myself I would laugh againRebuild foundations and create again.Look to the future and plan againAnd once more make myself a friend.
Will you hold me closeSo I don’t miss them and thoseThat I carry with me in open wounds
I inflicted on myself.
Another year has marked it’s story on my face.
Pasted memories carefully in my heart’s crumpled page.
Do I exist
In the skin I feel over the sinews that move
In the lights that flicker just past my eyes
In the relationships that bind me
The lies you repeat and I believe
The lines on my palm, scored deep and dark
Remind me how far I’ve wandered off my path.
Life happened in the folds and creases
Of my own hands, of my own doing.
One more box, one lonely night, one stormy path,
At a time. One tear, one year, one paralyzing fear
Faced and brushed away, drowned in pinks as gaudy
As these flowers that bloom, this evening, in my home.
Some days, when it seems too hard,
When something shifts and resettles
Somewhere deep in the heart
And cracks appear in the facade.
To all those I’ve loved and lost.To those who were once held in my arms.To those who made my heart skipOr my tears flow.To the precious moments of silenceAnd the words that once made me choke.To the nights sublimeAnd the
In the silence of my peaceI can finally hear my own voiceAs the painful doubts ceasewhat is within is without, by choice. I can close my eyes and stillKnow my steps will be sure.My path clear, my goal known,In honesty,
I could notWould notTalk. The words could notWould notForm.In me the river flowsQuietAnd deepAnd strong.As though after months ofBeing frozenSolid, sparkling in the sunHigh there on the mountain topsIn my most definable form.In the darkest cornerIt started.A single drop, then