A pureness Untouched, and bare. My innocence Painted the room Naive. Expectations floating Above my head. Caught and filleted, Rugged, Atop a flat cutting board. That summer night, Staring up at the nighttime sky. I asked, why. With a muddle of thoughts passing me by.
Filling up my puddle, Splish, splash. Pity party for one, please.
Untamed, tunnel spinning. The fairgrounds of grief. Dark And lonely. The murmurs coming from The end, calling us To the opening Across the way. The path unkind, So close. Arms stretched out Never quite there. Finger tips scratching The surface, Always present Slipping and clawing for traction. Shouting out silently For everyone to hear. The … Continue reading Spinning Tunnel – June 5, 2019
I am tired, and Lonely, and Exhausted. From caring the emotional baggage You left behind.
The lonely road, Nobody chooses. Few end up walking It’s length. The path lined with flowers Is much more enticing. Warm and inviting, Full of others making their way. Each filled with lessons. Each deceptive for what they are. Your strength in the moment Can guide you in your choice. I advise, To listen wisely … Continue reading Path Weaver – May 21, 2019
The space between us swells. Until it bursts at the seams, And spills into a gazillion pieces.
The lonely leaf tumbles by. Flittering through life Not knowing which answer to give, Or what emotion to display. Moving along at whatever pace the wind blows.