Today was my greatest accomplishment,
An achievement round which I rally


And yet you're another absentee.


I drank from the pool of triumphs sweet,
Bitter as you would not share with me


For instead you're another absentee


Do not mistake their value is rare to me
But it seems an incomplete victory


Without you,
Absentee

I'll show you these scars and the stories they tell,
The things that I carry and the things I hide well.

You'll listen with the grace and poise that's expected,
But I'll fear when I'm done I'll find myself rejected.

Some time has healed, while others have not,
Some I've fixed, while others I've left and now rot.

You'll try to soothe them through kisses and words,
But deep inside me the river of pain is still stirred.

But they're not yours to fix and not mine to keep,
It's not through you my relief I should seek.

I've carried these things and I carry them still,
I can overcome them now through my own will.

I just ask that you'll believe me and on me risk,
A life we can build on a first and a last kiss.

Grappling. Grasping. Reaching. Sinking.
Cocooned in this pit of mine.
Enveloped in its darkness.

Calling. Shouting. Hoping. Nothing.
No rescuers left to help.
Just me for company.

Accepting. Settling. Slumping. Resting.
Tired of survivals effort.
Weary of the ache.

Holding. Listening. Thinking. Waiting.
Waiting.
Waiting.

Sinking.

If I was my life to read,
I think I'd find a tragedy.

But with each page I turn
I'd find something new to learn.

Perhaps on one I'd shed a tear,
On another I'll fill with fear.

At times I'll be an action drama,
At others something calmer.

But as I run out of pages and space,
A bleaker ending I seem to face.

Each character highlights a new flaw,
And I wonder how there could be more.

This book may brings its highs and lows,
But it's ****** no one knows.

That is one thing I can't forget:
I haven't read the ending yet.

Dark. Cold. Alone.
Watching for day break,
Counting the hours,
Wondering if a sun will wake

Slowly it crests,
Natures beauty on display.
Promise of warmth,
Promise of a new day

Brighter the light
Fills an empty space
Warming the chill air
Leaving new life in its place

Warmer the day gets
Warmth turns to heat
Some embrace it
Others hide from nature's feat

Fear of the pain
That comes from burning
They hide from the sun
And the warmth they're yearning

But Evening comes
Now they bask a little longer
Now longing for the mid days heat
But sun grows no more stronger

And so returns the darkness
Retreating life to home
Another night to face,
Dark. Cold. Alone