I carry a heavy, wounded spirit,
Failure, rejection; my ego can’t handle it!
I turn into a little kid, not getting my way,
I cry out, scream on the inside trying to hear what it is You say;

Pride just wants to shut me down,
Disown me, rob me of my crown.
But it’s only when I surrender before thee,
That you open my eyes so I can see,

Love still surrounds, alone I am not,
I will feel and trust, believe that You have not forgot.
I await Your leading,
Protect me from myself’s heeding.

Claypan
Hideaway
Constant instars
Exiled metamorphosis
So quiet you can almost
Hear the sun go down

Valle de Las Hamacas
Vista Hermosa
Spheres of Paradiso
Seismic dewdrop points
Listening to the night
Fall with the rain

we met again,
two strangers,
carrying the same memories.

time stopped too,
when our eyes met,
whispered hello.

but this time,
we walked away,
knowing the future.

all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.

In the tapestry of existence,  

where shadows dance

upon
    the
      threads
                 of
                     time,  

we find ourselves,  

woven into the fabric of
            our
                        days,  
each s t i t c h a whisper

of what was.

Oh, the heart, a vessel of longing,  

bears the weight of unspoken sorrows, 
 
and in the silence of reflection, 
 
the truth lies h i d d e n, 
 
beneath layers of

                    forgotten

                                          dreams.

Embrace the surrender,  

for in

                           letting

                                                  go,

we find the essence,
  
the sacred truth of our being, 
 
unadorned by the judgments of the past,  

freed from the chains of despair.

In the eclipse of our pain, 
 
the light may seem distant, 
 
yet within the                                darkness, 
 
wisdom stirs,  

a gentle reminder of

                                                               ­          resilience.

Thus, we walk the path anew,
  
not as prisoners of memory, 

but as
                  pilgrims
                                       of
                                                     understanding, 
 
finding beauty in the scars,  

and grace in the

                                    journey

                                                           of

                                                               ­             becoming.

All it took to shatter dreams',
was a compromise made to myself,
with only pure intentions and love,
but not a soul to hear them out.

Flowing tears, shed over months,
didn't take the grief along with it,
all the shame, guilt and regrets,
needed my life as the price to pay.