Dream

I dream of my death

Crisp clarity calling?

Jump care free

Plummet to cold water waiting

Legs straight, toes pointed

Deep breath, break the water’s surface

A smile breaks, the cold embraces

I go to move, to pull myself to the surface

Paralyzed, frozen, but still calm

Friends above will come

My eyes gaze up, they stand

3 pairs looking dimly back

I gasp, no air, all crisp clarity

No help, death is to come

No panic, no fear with death so near

Then I awake, the message clear.

Beauty in the broken

There is beauty to be found in the broken, but in order to see this beauty it must be in the presence of a light source. Whether it be the light of God, the light of a friendship, or the light of a loved one, that light will hit the broken pieces and create an original masterpiece. So many times we try to hide our broken pieces from God, our friends, and our loved ones because we are ashamed, scared, or just don't want to take the time. In doing this we are hiding the beauty of a flawed humanity. We are not perfect, so why do we try to be so or try to appear that way to those around us. As humans we are sterilizing ourselves from this beauty, hiding everything in the dark in hopes that the pieces will go away if we ignore them.

A poem or just a collection of words

A poem I wrote a while back, and it was doing nothing but sitting on my desktop.   It's more of a collection of words then it is a poem, but they are my words.  So...I thought I would share.

Hold Me

Words whispered wantingly

Hold me

Tears silently falling

Hold me

 

Heart hurting horribly

Show me

Fearful of frightful failure

Show me

 Asking for the pieces

Give to me

Confusion clouds clarity

Help me

 Arms wrapped tight

Holding

Hearts searching hopefully

Holding

 

Trees

Poison from within

Killing off these trees I was given

My forest thin

Skies darkening

Only the Maker can resurrect

Paths blocked from roots upturned

Branches beaten, broken, battered

The rains come

No shelter to be found

I look up, my tears are washed to the ground

My hair dripping, clothes clinging

I shiver and shake

Prayers offered up

that the Sun will shine and bring new growth

But for now I embrace this storm.

Quote

Autumn to winter, winter into spring,
Spring into summer, summer into fall, —
So rolls the changing year, and so we change;
Motion so swift, we know not that we move.
-Dinah Craik

How true is it that we can so easily get caught up in ourselves and our day to day to life that we don't even take notice of the changes that occur with in us and around us. I don't want to move so fast that I don't take notice to all the little things that can add such beauty to this world of shades of gray

words said, glances shared

souls merged

 

heart disconnected

soul fragmented

Mind tormented

 

Reality and Fantasy

Both illusions

 

questions asked

silence received

all that is heard are the tides of the ocean

 

space requested

Mind sequestered

Waiting begins

 

Hollow sensations

Pain of Love ushers in tears

If I run I’m done

 

Lonely

Struggle step by step

If only to take another breath

 

Push the pain away

To be felt another day

Hope and Faith

Two words, hand in hand

hanging on the last strand

So Fragile, so deep

striving to keep

tears fall, hearts strain

I pray for the rain

Over and over words repeated

I feel so defeated

Breathe in

Breathe out

Heads up, shoulders back

I'm ready to attack