I don't think I've ever heard a tree complain about being just a tree,
About those roots locking them to the ground, or all the things it doesn't get to see,
Maybe they get tired of squirrels and cats, or birds perched on branches they provide,
I wonder if they have some envy under that bark, does jealousy reside inside?
Tomboys climb, canines sniff, a tire swing hangs off a limb,
Do they feel naked in the fall, scared in the winter, do trees imagine what they might have been?
I suppose I could think of a million reasons, way too many to try and name,
For the Oak, the Redwood, Pine and Fir, or Sequoia to complain,
To be just a tree, I imagine must be, quite the unbearable task,
Sentenced to a lifetime of silence, never, crying, never sharing a laugh,
When we call them majestic might they feel miniscule, when we say grand could they be feeling glum,
Not being able to correct my describer, might leave me frustratingly numb,
Still though, I've never heard a tree complain about being, just a tree,
Do you think it could be something as simple, as just a tree is what a tree wants to be?

She crumbles me, She crumbled me,
Left me here as sand,
Humiliated me, Rejected me,
It must have always been her plan.

She crumbles me, She crumbled me,
Denied me to my face,
Walks away from me,
Smugly,
She put me in my place.

I roared,
Why can't you be more like, whomever,
Or so and so, and such,
Why can't I be your everything,
Your world,
Is That asking too much?

Why won't you love me desperately,
As if without me you can't even breathe,
Why must you question everything,
Why can't you ever just believe?

Why can't you cook like my mother,
I work hard, I just want to relax,
Why can't you dress more like a lady,
Why can't you be a ***** in the sack?

Why don't you make me feel better,
Stroke my ego when I'm feeling low,
Why can't you read my mind, not all the time,
Some things you should just already know.

Why must you always embarrass me,
Whenever we hang out with friends,
Always with your opinions, and your stories,
While I'm thinkin, Here we go again.

Why can't you be more open and sharing, and caring and daring and
Is that what you're wearing?
Why would I lie,
How did I make you cry,
Just tell me Why, Why,
Just tell me Why?

She crumbles me, She humbled me,
Shook her head sadly, let go of my hand,
She looked at me, pitifully, staring,
What?
You wouldn't understand,
She said,
I know it's hard for you to see me, to love me just as I am,
But maybe, just maybe I'll be that kind of Woman,
When you're more of that kind of Man.

******
is not,
the Finish Line
is not,
What
******
is about,
******
My friend,
is to understand
The End,
is not
******
for them,
For Women,
******
is the route.

I Shall Drink No More Forever

  I shall drink no more forever, the bottles are already gone. My days and nights are endless, the moments in-between are long. This pain is not everlasting, my guilt not forevermore, abstinence is the cure for this madness, humility unlocks the door. On bended knee we pray for forgiveness and intervention from our Lord, searching our soul for answers, until the truth from the heart is poured. We stand and stare in the mirror, at the stranger staring back, looking for any signs of weakness and the courage we may still lack. My life is a story of sorrows, self-inflicted wounds repeated oft again, searching the bottom of a bottle for answers to problems, finding out it's where they began.

   I shall drink no more forever, the battle cry of my soul, serenity is the cadence I march to, one day at a time my goal. We must forgive and ask forgiveness to start healing, understanding our right to be hurt, making a fearless and searching moral inventory, of our mind where the pain still lurks. I must believe that I am worth saving, that the price not too much to pay, that my mind and spirit remain willing, that there is no easier softer way. Many will doubt that I can do this, even family and those I once called friends, their doubts cannot cause me to falter, my strength must come from within. To them I give nothing but silence, I can convince only He that's above, who grants unconditional pardon, and remembers not what I was. Admitting that I am powerless to manage my life, or win any battle I've fought, believing that there is only One who could, and would if He were sought. Along recovery's road I hope someday to stand, helping other lost souls along, I shall drink no more forever, the bottles are already gone.