I understand the depth of ocean now because I’ve cried so much
I could fill it
I understand time now how it moves because I just wanted a little bit more
With you.
I understand the homeless now because I too begged
For your love
I understand the flowers left unpicked left to just blossom on their own because I too
Tried to flourish in the sun without you
I understand it all now
Like I understand the sky is
Blue

Your fingers used to linger,
Our once-fired souls now reduced to timber,
Twisted in a web of lies—
A thousand centuries of whys
Could have redesigned all the wrongs,
But the destruction’s been too far gone.
Forced to live this life apart,
No solution yielded but to depart.
But forgiving you was my greatest art.

Outside feels cold
Even when the scorching sun beams down on my face.
A imposter in my skin
Nowhere to hide
Nowhere safe
However the indoors when I’m alone
Is a blizzard; a tundra of emotions
Of grief
Not one second
One moment of relief
Always second guessing my first choice
One voice slightly quieter then the next incoming voice
So I rest in the middle of nowhere
Neither here nor there
Not complacent not disturbed
Until the memories are blurred

She was free
Not in the sense of wealth nor power
But of the mind
She was free
Didn’t have desire to be cast down by chains
No one speaking her name in vain
She was free
Of the world; of the worry
She was free
And that was a beautiful thing for her to finally
Be.

The world at their feet
Numerous fruitful apples on the tree
Had infinite choices felt free
Then were dried another by another
Killed by the blistering sun
If only they could see
Would have been satisfied if they only picked
One

Seasons change.
Rain falls, drowning her pain,
Leaves drift down, carrying the embers of her torched soul.
Summer brings light, yet it fails to ignite
The darkness buried deep within

Winter cold and harrowing
Reflected in her eyes, where light  once glimmered
Like flowers in bloom.
Now, only her withering spirit remains.

The seasons have changed,
Yet the feelings remain the same

An angel falls from the sky
Fell from grace
She still has her wings yet there is no trace
A majestic, beautiful creation now bound by earth
She has wisdom despite trying to search
How to get back to the clouds
She screams for her savior yet it makes no sounds
A glorious Angel with no wings
Useless to those that worship worldly things