Monday, March 6, 2017

Faith

The fleeting rays of sunshine
I noticed them there
Only after they were gone

No evidence they were there.

The child's blissful laughter
I noticed it there
Only as it disappeared

No evidence, only a picture in my mind.

The peacefulness of full sleep
I noticed it gone
Only after being deprived

The evidence in the bags of my eyes.


Most only appreciate
the warming sunrays
In one single, solid moment

Only when the evidence is there.

But when time begins to slow
The memories speak
and will all blur together

The evidence in a lifetime.


Sunday, March 5, 2017

Letting Go

I've had a hard time coming to terms with some of the sadness and pain that I've felt over the years, specifically with people I have felt betrayed by. Even when I feel like I'm good and moving on, there are reminders of how they hurt me. One of the only ways I know how to truly let go is to write it all out. I'm always told to just let it go, and maybe I can, one word at a time.

Letting Go


Happy adages, smiling words of wisdom
Positive Words
Melting Ears


Just let it go, they say.

Hide your emotions,
in the little canyons near by,
the cracks blend into the landscape.

Just let it go, they say.
You'll be happier that way.

If the canyons and cracks
start to overflow,
They're some holes you can dig.

Push it all away, they say
You'll be happier that way.

And keep climbing, Just keep climbing

Eventually you'll get to the top,
and you won't be able to see the
cracks, canyons, and holes
all hidden by the brush.

Don't let the rugged landscape bother you.
It's always been like this.

Just keep climbing, they say.
There's no bridge to the past anyway.



Not sure if I'm on top, past it all
or if I'm fooled by the tree line

Not sure if I'm on top
or if I've just settled.

All I know is that I can't go back,
It's too dangerous to go that way down
Again.










Friday, March 3, 2017

Nothing Else


An Old Friend
Cast aside gently
I didn’t want to hear from you anymore.
My hands are weak, my mind dull.
I have nothing to offer you.
I have another friend now,
There, always lingering.
You were always there though,
even in the dust.

Unconditional.

The dust will not settle,
spiraling in the light.
I have come back to you,
weak and desperate, as always.
Yet you never say a word,
silent and still,
open, always open,
And rather bluntly you tell me,

I have nothing else.
You are Nothing Else.