I put out missing posters, but they went unseen.
I saw you the other day; you had to go in a rush.
I wanted you to stay, but I didn’t cause a scene.

I wish I could have stopped you, put an obstacle in your way.
Yet when I looked you in the eyes, there were no more words to say.
So you left, went down a road I will never know.

I put out missing posters,
but you wanted to go.

A decorated warrior in battle but she believes in peace
She kills, slaughter but she wants it to cease
The war agonizes her bones
She cry; her whole body screams with groans
The fight yells, burrows through the treacherous field
Nothing can be done her fate is sealed

The chair is empty where it use to be filled
The laughter that use to echo is met with silence
The halls full of presents are now absent
Holidays with joy are now dread
Food that use to nourish the soul are now unfed
All that is left are the memories and the past we shared
Time has passed and so are the ones that cared

Memories, permanent like bloodstains,
Bleach scrubs, but the residue remains.
Forgiving holds the key, yet pain sustains.
I long to be clean,
Crave to be seen.
My messy room mirrors my mind,
Frantically scrubbing images to find—
A semblance of sanity, a glimmer of hope.
So I sit idle, in silent chaos, waiting for it to
Elope.

I don’t want to do this, I do not want to stay
The cold emptiness will not go astray
So I ponder, I find a reason to be
what is the point
if I’m no longer me

You are everywhere but beside me
I perceive you in my head
You stalk my dreams
embedded in my soul
Refuse to release
Your grasp binds my spirt
Have persuasion over my mind
Yet you are nowhere
Impossible to find

I’m on a road untraveled. Unaccompanied. Into the wild unto the unknown. The hollow ground beneath my feet. The opportunities are endless. The air. Euphoric.
Just me and my Mother. Who holds the earth in one hand and caresses mine in the other. The nature revives me restoring my embodiment.
I have mourned, yet a new spirt has been reborn. The vibrant flowers and their spirited hue heal my wounds. I am one with this planet and in return it is in unison with me.
I am free amongst the brimming trees. Liberated with the charismatic bees. The supple fruit that is planted, nourishes both my body and my soul.
With society’s chains cast off and worldly expectations behind me, all that remains is the pursuit of adventure and the fortune held within this celestial being