Thursday, January 16, 2014
Share the feeling of life and freedom.
The crashing of the water that drowns out doubt and erases pain.
The magic pouring over the rocks.
Constant flow of life continuing.
But when I'm here,
the earth waits.
A pause in time.
A chance to stop, look, listen.
Nature at it's finest.
Someday I will meet someone here,
on the other side of chaos.
They will understand that this is my peace.
And they will consider it the same.
If time shall pass with no visitors in sight,
I will still,
meet myself here.
And I will know I'm exactly where I'm meant to be
with the only person who can understand.
I'll hold my shadows hand as we climb
to (new) stones,
We'll see this place, so familiar,
with new appreciations.
For neither I, nor my shadow,
will look behind waiting
for someone else to catch up.
We will be enough.
No other explanation will be needed.
No words to be spoken.
Just a deep breath of relief.
On my own,
will all of my falls.
(written 9/18/13 at Shohola Falls, PA)
Thursday, October 10, 2013
And then there was a rumble and the rain started down.
No one else saw it coming but her.
It's not even dark out.
The sun hides behind the hazy clouds
And a single bird still sings it's song.
But the rain continues it's path.
Slow and steady.
She prayed now, more then ever, for a
Let it all out until there's nothing left.
Except the soggy ground to walk barefoot upon.
As the cars pass slapping their tires around,
It lingers on.
Reminding her that prayers are only answered if made with the best intentions.
Or not at all.
You can't always get what you tell yourself you want.
But painfully it goes on once you realize it's what you need.
And then it too fades away,
moving across the hemisphere.
Friday, September 27, 2013
My wish has always been for people to stand by their word...but words fall short.
It has become a welcoming life lesson of mine, recently, to instead listen to the 'actions' of others;
to see the honesty and passion in their eyes; to hear what they are meaning to say through what they do and who they have become;
to feel with their touch and be comforted by their breath.
Not empty promises, future plans, poetic words, or even endless flattery.
The truth shouldn't need to be questioned or tested. You just have to open your eyes and believe what you are feeling no matter what is being said around you.
--written on May 30, 2013.
Monday, August 12, 2013
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Monday, June 24, 2013
he's saving my life.
Every day spent with him
I heal a little more,
I feel a little more,
I believe a little more.
That's a power I never believed anyone would share with me.
When I'm not around him I find myself feeling as if this isn't real.
It can't be this easy.
I'm waiting for a ball to drop.
But there is no game.
This is life and were living it.
It's honest and genuine
Better than any fantasy or fairytale.
It's my reality.
And it's about damn time I get to be in it.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
It's so peaceful and calming.
Too few hours ago it was shaking with waves.
An imperfect view,
but I yet sea the light
fading into the distance.
This breeze has become more than a chill.
Screams from my Ohio coat,
too heavy to put on still.
Where to from here?
As the coast begins to close it's eyes,
I ready myself to brace the cold again.
Somewhere I rushed to be my whole life,
I hurry to get home to.
These washed-up shores hold nothing to the
mild pleasures of independence in the Midwest.
I wrap myself in my colors that few understand.
Place my heavy pen back in it's velvet pouch.
Close my journey that's barely used
--stained with waiting and hopefulness of blank pages ahead.
All packed up and ready to return to the future that is all mine.
No, it's not sad.
It is not lonely
Not one person's dream.
Just my simple,