Exhausted with potential interests
I bury myself deep
Layers upon layers of comfort
Holding me back from exploring.
A fire burns within me
But my cold emotions seek solace.
Envy’s seeds are planted within,
A hint that spring is coming.
How do I plant seeds of hope instead?
I want to change along with the seasons
But what can I do
To break free from old habits
To explore new possibilities
And to find myself whole?
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
Self inflicted punishments
Punishing a wounded soul.
Soulfully devoting kindness
Kindly protecting others
Otherwise left forgotten and alone…
Alone in abandonment…
Abandoned, with long forgotten hope,
Hopelessly she falls
Falling toward an invisible self.
One mistake that could have been prevented
But not easily fixed.
Stir until the bumps begin to smooth out.
Add a dash or glimmer of hope to taste;
Enough that it can still be crushed
But not enough to overpower.
Let sit until it ferments
And spreads
Sinking into the crevices in your brain
Leaving you with nothing
But an aftertaste
Of what could have been.
A family so complete
Every member an active participant
Of holding love in their arms
And virus-like happiness in their eyes
Contagious… spreading
To your own heart within minutes
And turns your recently icy demeanor
From the frost burns
Of your former father
To an overwhelming boil
As passion flares
And warms you throughout.
There were times both happy and sad
Sometimes we were even mad
But you were always by my side
Buckling me in for the long ride.
We took a trip just you and I
With views that made me weep and sigh
And filled my heart with memories
As we looked out over the cold dark seas
Wondering about all the things to come
Leading us back to where we came from.
Then we hit a downward slope
I didn’t know how we could cope
I suffered through pain and being ill
But this year will be better still.
I saw you
Through the window
Of broken promises
Stained with teardrops.
But maybe I was wrong-
For you weren’t sad,
but smiling.
Although your eyes
May have met blissful tears
It was not they
Who stained the window
But merely raindrops
Of a fresh day.
Our promises
Since repaired
Can hold the weight
Of the gaze we share.
Eyes that meet
Not for the first time,
But again.
As motion comes to a halt
Thoughts spring into action
And cause me to yell out to you:
I’ve returned, I’m all yours.