I imagined I would be
So much further by now,
But of course,
I always take
The long way around;
No shortcuts had on this journey,
Yet, I will get there,
Surely it can not be much longer
To final destination as yet unknown
As detours redirect the trip,
The plans change with the path;
I need just reassess
Be at peace with any delay
And keep on
Keeping on,
Learning as I grow,
As I go,
Each moment closer
Than the last;
Giving up
Is no option,
The way out is through,
And hell no,
I am not through with
The way.
Category: Poetry
After the Fall
Turned around in reflection,
What I found
I couldn’t accept,
Couldn’t escape,
Digging deeper, I aimed
to connect the pieces,
To right the wrongs
Atone for my transgressions
From when I didn’t know
Me,
And of my falling;
Fallen,
I have to stop
Now,
And look up
To see the light that guided me
back here to my ground-zero;
New moves,
About-face
to pull up
Stand strong,
Be proud
Of all I’ve come through
and back again,
Ready now
To live,
To write next pages
With fresh ink
Vision cleared,
Purpose,
And a sharpened point to this,
My life
Souls Asunder
Though we may not be “together”
My heart feels for you,
And I wish nothing but life’s bounty for you,
Our souls entwined for so long made separation near impossible,
But by tearing asunder,
We each wear a gaping wound,
And while I wish it were not so,
I can only pray it was for the best,
May we each heal separately,
To find what we need most vitally
To individually thrive,
Propagating our own beautiful futures.
Dried Flowers
The flowers were dying,
And yet remained beautiful
Even with rust-colored edges,
I grieved to see them go,
As petals fell,
And valued them in their present state,
But knew even this too shall pass;
I cut a sample of each,
Hung up to dry,
And the memory of the intent and this treasure
Is preserved.
Processing
I am processing,
All the recent things,
Rehashing what was
To understand what is;
This is difficult, necessary labor,
To birth the new,
the next
version of me,
With an upgrade in process,
Excuse any confusion
While my system comes up to date.
Lost Myself
I have lost myself,
I’m trying to find her,
She’s somewhere between
“Heartache” and “Powerhouse”,
I think she’s there amongst the shadows
The ones she was just trying to give love.
She of Letters 