Poetry is my friend when all others have fled.
Poetry is my life in amongst all the endless strife.
Poetry is my day when the night begins to fade, and my night when the sun transforms itself to shade.
When I have nowhere to turn and my every step is blocked
When there are no more words to say but I cannot turn away
It is poetry that dries my tears and strokes my cheeks and holds me tight and comforts me.
It is poetry for me, the words and boundless grace.
Poetry. My friend my enemy my foe.
If I had known beforehand what I know now, would my footsteps have been any different? I walked in faith and so it must be, in faith I must continue to walk. What will be will always be, and what will not be will never be.
For now my head rests against a pillow and there is nothing more to be said or done but for my eyes to close and my soul to pray.
And I know my Lord will hold me tight. For now and all through this long and treacherous night.
My chest is constricting so much that I cannot breath. My heart is freezing like the water turning to ice on a mid-winters morn. For a few random breaths I was as happy as I would ever be and I had faith in the realm in which I was held.
Tomorrow I find out my fate. Will I be gone or will I live another day?
To survive the night is a bitter torment and my flesh writhes in agony. Is there anywhere else I can be?
I fear not. The demons of the night are here to torment. When I fall asleep my dreams are nightmares. I wake to only find another one awaits.
Are just not the same
Without me there.
That is all.
I pushed him away
I closed myself from his touch
And when all other distractions
Fell away like discarded logs of
Driftwood
It was only then I that could realize
He was the one who was loving me
All this time.
It’s okay
To feel the pain inside
It’s okay to watch the
Rain
It’s okay to hear the thunder
Storm
It’s okay to feel alone
It’s okay when all the wold is
Dark
And we cannot see our way
For when the rain has dried
The clouds have cleared
The sun will shine again.
I made a vow
To love and hold and cherish
And as time goes rolling by
I will I will I do.
My hands cradle the emptiness I feel inside
And yet I know
It is the emptiness that gives my hands the delicate touch it so desperately
Needs.
I celebrate my strength
My resolve in creating a better self
And though I pain inside –
My old comfort lost forever
I cannot now go back.
Onward I go.
The biggest antidote to the nothingness inside
Is to focus attention elsewhere
Create something
Make something
Learn something
Write something
And when all is said and done
At least there will be that
Something
In the nothing.
Poems and Petals 