Friday, February 3, 2012

Introspect of an independence

Beneath her feet the ground Crumbles, disintegrates  As each step leaves behind Peaces of heart, soul, memory Falling away  as the feel of lead lessons And the stride strengthens In resolution That break in the bridge becomes A gaping sinkhole in the earth A gauge out of the sinew of a relationship Up from the grave she arose From her toes she arose Shackles on her feet Chains on her wrists Her strength giving birth To her ire  She turns She smiles Gone are the chains  The shackles  With a flick of the wrist The weak fall  And she smiles to herself Knowing full well the power, The strength she birthed came  From no seed no influence  Nor help from no else In essence giving birth to herself

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Tragic

Tragic  The struggle we find ourselves in Morbidly unnecessary.  For life as short as it is Filled not with pleasure But with pain A pain so palpable we need  To run from it just to breathe Death and destruction  The brothers to Vindictiveness and spite  Bowing my head Knowing there is a greater power Taking control Taking a stand I lean to the lord Lean so far I'm horizontal  For mercy grace and safe passage  Having faith that I have earned it Tears burning parallel trails of grief Down my face to pool at my feet Suddenly I'm Alice Drounding in my own sorrow Frantically searching For a hand to hold Like something bred from a nightmare The hands I grab for turn to ash Frustration breeds desperation  Turning in circles Forever alone

You and Me

You and me We've been there Seen the lights  The fights the thrills The pain horror and strife But I wouldn't change a thing Wouldn't pull out that thorn That feeling of betrayal That pricks at perverbial bubble That sheilds our life  Wouldn't pull the plug on The things that are a memorial  To who and what we are I Would do it again And again Because before and after Crashing into the valley Of uncertainty Our love Our joy Gave us the wings On which we could soar Exhilarating uplifting Fun exciting Worth it Wouldn't Change a thing Because Together  we are a strength  Indisructable With an inpenitrable bond That will never Be broken By no one and nothing

Thinking out loud

Sometimes I just sit here I wonder where my life has been Where it will go If I will survive Time passes so fast I drag my feet Wanting to grab hold Of everything that is slipping Through my fingers And cry! Oh how I cry! As if I'm losing something Wasting a precious moment Wondering if maybe  A single simple moment Could have changed it all. A simple hello An easy "stay with me" A pittance of pleading. An " I'm sorry " A resounding scream Three small words... I love you Who would here them? Who would care? Close my eyes Just shut them Reaching out Reaching out
The beautiful life.
Is being surrounded by the happiness of a child.
Bella Vita..
Is their laughter
Is their dancing to a new song
Is their smile
Their very outlook on life, it's like a breath of
Fresh air
So what is the beautiful life? What makes the very essence of a bella vita?  
It's life ever present through the eyes of an innocent child...

Sunday, November 14, 2010

The Complexity of Love

I tried to mislay you
I ran
Obsessed with a fabled sovereignty
We would stand face to face
Hand to hand
Soul to soul
Furthermore the quicker I ran
I struggled to expunge the memories of us
Collectively
Souls and bodies as one
In the midst of another I glance left
On the wall were shadows of us
You and I
Evermore we shall be
But I never told you
How you make me feel
Deep within my heart
A fire burns; it turns to embers at times
But as you draw closer to me the embers twist to flame
I still need you
Forever need you
You and no more than you
You are the one and only
I close my eyes and I see you in front of me
I ran, blindly through the lane eager for traffic to numb the sting
Thinking that I could live devoid of you was an oversight
Thank God you never left
You were nearby
I collapsed in your arms; you carried me away
Away from the pain
Away from the chaos, the uncertainty
And the rest just fell away
Akin to melting snow on a blistering road
I’m nothing without you
You make me… me
To you I belong
Always and forever
Forever and Always
Through it all we will be us
I love you

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Premonition


I suffer this approaching panic
Shaking my head fiercely to rid my mind
As if it were raining and the fear would roll
From my mind to my face
Down my neck and chest
To my toes where I stood in the puddle of the anxiety I created
And simply walk away from this…This quiet facing the gale
For, a steady quiet stream is far from the chaos that will come
And I can feel it
Straight down to the marrow of my willowy bones
A change in the rhythm of the cascading waterfall I dub my life
My very breath is shallow and quick in anticipation of the unknown
My heart is racing, feeling as if it will beat right out of my chest
 And I cry out a loud agonizing plea that no one hears but me
Because I know I can’t impede it, can’t stop it
I sleep, I dream, I know, I plead; beg for the knowledge to be concrete
To know exactly what storm I face…
Or is it that of another?
As a little girl, knowing when the phone would ring was exciting
As a teen having dreams that seemed to come to life at times seemed inevitable
As a woman being paid these gut wrenching feelings … a knowing
A blessing or a curse will always be my core reflection
Breathing acutely I ponder this sense of trepidation

Refusing to listen to what I discern already is to be
Finally, I will sleep
And tomorrow the phone will ring; I already know whose calling
I’ll turn on the television, already knowing to turn on the news
A single tear trailing down my pale cheek
Outside sirens sound
Footsteps … uniforms and badges
A knock on the door
OH could I have prevented this?
All along I knew!
Retracing the steps in my mind; I’m reeling with emotion
A shaking brings my mind to the surface
It’s my husband; just a dream he says
I fall against the pillows, turning my face towards the window
I notice the moon is full                                   
I feel wetness on my cheek
The single tear from my dream was on my face.