Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.  

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence  
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book  
Was your favorite story
All along.

She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

but you see -
she has
a tendency
to be silent
when it gets
real loud
inside her head.

Poets don’t write
All the time
because
We love it ,
We write because
We “must”
Because
If we don’t
There is an ache inside
That just won’t let us be
I write at times
When I have no clue and
Without thinking
Sometimes like a breath
When there’s Nowhere to hide
No shoulders to cry on
I write to encourage myself
and many others
No matter how much
The world trying to minimizing life
There’s always a way to shine
And the truth forever remains
The sun is in us all
In sadness and pain
Joy and laughter
Rich and poor
I write to remind myself of
The value I hold dearly inside
A visionary truly
Like a first class flight
To a limitless potential
Writing is indeed
My fuel to grow
Letting go of my old
Releasing the pain
Like starting anew
While faith unfolding
Like flowers in light
Constantly flowing
A rhythm and vibe
A magical ride
To the great unknowns
My currency is inspiration
My destination is love
But sometimes
Out of nowhere
I’ve run out of thought
Just
        like
    A breath!