I tried not to disturb you
I couldn’t
Even the house
Seemed false to me
But most unsettling
Was that every room was haunted by ghosts of memories
In the glare of all things golden
I pricked up my ears
but there was nothing but the same silence

I look at you, and I remember all the things you put me through
I look at you, and I remember all the things that we would do
I look at you, and you look away
I look at you, and I realize that I'll have to live another day

Don't call me the "quiet kid" if you don't know my story
Don't call me the "good girl" if you don't know who has hurt me
Don't call me "happy" if you don't know how many tears I am holding back
Don't call me the "tough girl" if you don't know what made me that way





Don't call me...

The sand shifts beneath your feet,
Your heart relaxes to a quiet beat,
The waters seem to breathe day and night,
Close your eyes take it in do not fight,
The wind satisfies your soul,
Just relax now you've played your role,
Touch the sand now scoop it up,
Hold it in your hands and form a cup,
Now let it seep through towards the sandy ground,
Your soul was lost but now its found,
The weather you desire will come your way,
Just stand closer to the bay,
Soon life will be eternal for you and me,
Look beyond the ocean and tell me what you see.
                          -open heart poetry

Standing at the edge of the cliff
I look down and see the waves crashing into the rocks
I remember everything that happened
And I let go...