Mistakes, missteps and regrets.
The kind that fill your dreams,
Your nightmares.
Then you start to forget.
You let it slip away into the void.
How you count the days,
Waiting for the scabs to heal.
One day without realizing it they do.
But if you think hard enough you can still feel it.
Fingering the scars,
How numb they are.
The nerves damaged beyond repair.
You'll never heal that,
But you don't need to.
You can only recall so much before it's torched.
Burned up and distorted.
The moment has come to forgive.
Truly. Honestly.
Myself.
The Sweetness
Saturday, February 21, 2015
Monday, January 12, 2015
Slither passed the confessions.
Weave and wander out of sight
Do not let this one in,
Keep her guarded,
Smother out her light.
Should a shard remain aglow,
Don't listen to her whispering soul.
Shut her up, stomp and scream
Until the voice grows hoarse and dry
Until she's left unable to whimper.
Until you're sure she'll die.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Friday, November 14, 2014
It's happening.
Right now.
Every moment. Through every action.
It's happening.
It makes not a sound,
Leaves not a trace.
Don't confuse disjointed thoughts for poems.
Just cryptic thoughts, misplaced. Maybe not even cryptic.
Never been the quiet type.
Never been afraid to fight.
Or throw the first punch.
Not very lady-like.
Rage overcomes fear.
My father's daughter, absolute.
Right now.
Every moment. Through every action.
It's happening.
It makes not a sound,
Leaves not a trace.
Don't confuse disjointed thoughts for poems.
Just cryptic thoughts, misplaced. Maybe not even cryptic.
Never been the quiet type.
Never been afraid to fight.
Or throw the first punch.
Not very lady-like.
Rage overcomes fear.
My father's daughter, absolute.
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Do you know love?
The way it can blister and burn
Yet soothe all at once.
The arms that hurt and the arms that heal.
One and the same.
The safety and stability.
How even the bad days melt away,
The moment his hand reaches for me.
I've never known loneliness the way that some do.
I've never had a night alone,
Dreaming of someone to hold.
My rock, my love, my better half beside me.
With all my faults he loves me still.
Showing it daily,
in forgiveness.
In tenderness.
In the things others might miss.
For all I've done wrong,
He is the right.
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