Lead Me

My pain is a delicate globe, carefully held between my hands.

I will use it to channel energy, sharpen focus, and to change.

My sorrow is nudging me. Am I listening?

Speak! I am here, my eyes can see, my ears can hear. My soul can feel.

I hear you. I am not afraid.

Sadness open the way! Lead me and I will go.

Sinking

Give me poetry when I start to drown

Into the abyss of my internal distress

Wrap me in words when rain soaks my

Humor until there is none left

Poetry!

My longing, my heartache, my desire

My loss

Be my water

Cleanse me from head to toe

I need you

My Heart is in Parts

I closed a door and opened a new one to

Magical unexplored worlds of bravery

Courage

Fortitude

My sick body holds my heart

Shattered into infinite pieces

I wish to be everywhere but find

I am nowhere

My heart that was tender and soft

Is in parts.

I Know

I know, I know, I know

That after my cravings have passed 

That after your sweet divine kisses have faded

That after I no longer ache for you 

Every single minute of every single day

That after I have no more words to write

After all this is past

I won’t want you 

Anymore

Abyss

I tried to protect myself but in the process I thrust myself into an abyss and my cries now go unheard.

The Last Time

Was so beautiful and soft and tender and magical and sensual, followed by the deafening silence after and I don’t care about the ghosting, I want one more magical moment, it is a pain tearing through my flesh.

He Left

It wasn’t so much that I missed and needed and craved and desired you

It was more the emptiness I suffered 

After I asked you to leave

And you obliged

I dreamt of my mother 

  

I dreamt of my mother. She was alive – just been missing awhile. She came back, to a world that had changed.

My mother, why did you go? Leaving me young and alone? Facing the future, struggles unknown.

I dream and I pray. For my mother who cared. But after I wake, the dreams fade and die.

The Morning After

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To all my friends feeling pain at the moment, near or far. 

Ghost Kisses

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Memories flood my being
Filled with love
With thoughts of you
With thoughts of all
That we’ve been through
And all that’s left –
Dark lingering remains
Are as ghost kisses
Upon my tired cheek

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