The
scariest
place to be
is on the
          edge...

                         the precipice
                             between
        keeping it together
                    and falling
                    into
          the abyss

Knowing
      that when you fall
you
    fall
a
l
o
n
e

I wasn't looking for it.

Somehow it found me, when I was busy doing everything and nothing at all.

It had the sparkle of confidence, with just the right amount of shyness, that captured the attention of a room, like an old polaroid photo, slowly and then quickly coming to life.

My nerves, typically electrofied, were calmed by it and peace seeped into every cell of my body.

Laughter danced from it and any melancholy in my soul leaped joyfully away.

It whispered, "forever," like a gentle breeze across a field of heather.

Power from it brightened my life, as fireworks did to the night.

Its echos of encouragement found their way to me, and gave strength to a broken soul, slowly bleeding on the floor.

My dreams became a kaleidascope of colors and patterns, making anything and everything seem possible.

Its breath brought life to a loveless heart, that had been suffocating on loneliness.

As it sparkled, I felt like a treasured jewel, kept safely out of harm's way.

The love that  it showed was an inspiration and made me believe in magic, fairytales, and happily ever after.

Then, as quickly as it came, it was stolen, like a precious moment in time.

HIS SMILE.

His smile, forever etched in my mind.

A reminder that I was worthy of kindness, joy, and love.

A reminder for the days filled with doubt.

A reminder that I deserved safety and comfort, and peace.

*A reminder so I wouldn't forget.

Sometimes
I look at couples

with their perfect families

               holding tight to a
kaleidoscope
          of joy

and I wonder
why everything I see

is so black and white

        and I wish
someone could show me
a glimpse
                  of color that doesn't fade

Who
should I
expect today,
Doctor Jekyll
or Mister Hyde?

I
  have
a
desire
        for
              every
                         inch
                              of
                                  you.
                           The
            whisper
         of
           your
                  voice                                
                           coursing      
                   thr­ough
            my
       body
            filling
                    every
                             curve
   ­                                  with
                             the
                   sound
              of
                you.
                         The
                    warmth
                                   of
                              your
                                       breath
                                             on
                                          my
                              craving
                           lips,
                 and
                     the
             taste
                  of
             you
                      under
                               the
                               blankets.

There were days
she felt as if she were drowning
in an ocean of
expectations, failure, and fear

She knew that feeling
wouldn't last long though
because God had a way
of reminding her
that she had learned
how to swim

For that
     she was
            forever
                 grateful

Just when she thought

 she had dug  

herself out of despair,

she stared down

at the freshly prepared grave

and noticed the soiled shovel 

in her hand.

Maybe there’s a God above,
but all I’ve ever learned from love,
was how to shoot at someone
who outdrew you.
It’s not a cry you can hear at night.
It’s not somebody
who has seen the light.
It’s a cold,
and it’s a broken Hallelujah,

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

The last time I saw him, he said,

"Some people just feel things more deeply than others. This can be both a blessing and a curse. Sometimes you can feel the warmth of the sun, while other times you just feel the sting of the burn."

Two days later, he was gone.

It's propped against the wall,
anxiously awaiting to be played
sometimes it takes week
but often just a day

When she takes it in her hands
and begins to tune it up
it wakes up from its sleep
feeling the comfort of her touch

As she starts to strum along
the flowing melody is found
her voice begins to rise
my heart smiles at the sound

Eavesdropping just to hear her
because she doesn't understand
how I'm overwhelmed with joy
and that I'm her biggest fan

It's not the way she plays
or how beautiful she sings
it's the humbleness she shows
and the serenity it brings

To have that kind of passion
without needing to be praised
my daughter's gift sent from above
gratefully received in many ways

Life  is merely
a series
of before and afters
      begininngs and endings,
    
Sometimes we
are a fortune's king,
    weilding the key
to open
or close doors.

Other times,
our control is lost
and a line is drawn
    by the sword of a skillful hand
marking
         a change of heart
or opportunity.

Inevitably, death bows
to the governing power of Chronus
    holding time in his hands
  
But in between
the before and afters,
and the beginnings and endings
are moments.

   defining
turning
    quiet
stolen
of no return

Moments

The rhythmic newborn baby's cry,
    goodbyes that cast a shadow,
songs filled with Heaven's joy?
kisses that taste of forever,
      breezes that dance with the angels
   or quarrels armed with poison.
  
Moments

Some left with arms reaching
      for they were missed.
 a hesitant heart refusing love
words left unspoken
     time not taken
forgiveness held captive

Looking back
at memories held,
    moments have brought
light and darkness
but the missed moments
    have left the deepest scars
marking opportunity's lost.

So, I try to remember
  that in between
the before and afters,
   and the beginings and endings,
are moments,
    and I shall
adorn them in jewels
and embrace them in peace
lest them not be missed
for soon,
   they too shall pass.

the words were engraved,
a tattoo on her skin.
as a sweet reminder,
of all that she believed in.

but as she sees it in the mirror,
staring boldly back at her.
she starts to question truth,
and the lines begin to blur.

is there really such a  love,
which accepts you with your faults,
that doesn't give you pain
or personal assaults?

the kind that lasts forever,
firmly built on trust.
that's willing to face problems,
and doesn't fade to dust.

the type that will protect,
but never keeps the score.
and is filled with passion,
that is felt down to the core.

where patience is its shadow,
and anger is thrown away.
kindness fills the air,
and no one ever strays.

she thought that love had found her,
and had swept her off her feet.
she poured out her heart and soul,
but sadly felt defeat.

turning back at her reflection,
reading True Love Never Fails.
she feared that she had lost all faith,
in her treasured fairy tale.

An amalgamation of all that has been
and all that will ever be:

Waves of joy, gently washing over my body,
heartache, pulling me under, like an ocean current

A  harmony beckening for peace,
turbulent storms unleashing disaster

Laughter, an enduring friendship,
sadness, an unwelcomed thief in the night

Comfort, tenderly healing a wound,
pain, like the crack of a whip

The blessing of life entering the world,
a devouring ache, cast by the shadow of death

The sweet taste of desire,
and a wretched stench of apathy

Embraces, like the warmth of the sun,
aggression, a scorching burn

Courage, roaring within my soul,
fear,  shivers surging down my spine

Enchanting dreams, written in the stars,
a sky brimming of failure, waiting to downpour

Love, a heavenly paradise, thankful to be explored,
hate, fallen into the gutter, begging for forgiveness

Fragment upon fragment,
all that shines its light and all that creates darkness

You are LIFE
*MY PERPETUAL MUSE

I
     see
passion, where there was apathy
playfulness, where there was tragedy
beauty, where there was ugliness
pacification, where there was strife
acceptance, where there was rejection
strength, where there was weakness
elation, where there was sorrow
certainty, where there was doubt
honesty, where there was guile
devotion, where there was neglect
comfort, where there was suffering
peace, where there was bitterness
laughter, where there was despair
affection, where there was resentment
healing, where there was brokeness
pleasure, where there was pain
light, where there was darkness
and *most
           importantly
YOU*, where there was emptiness

"This one's a little out of my comfort zone and a longer read, but I'd love your feedback."


The *building was a bit run down
a few windows had been cracked
but the neon lights still lit the street
and the parking lot was packed

Some people thought the place
was just a little ******
but others knew the drinks were cheap
which made conversation easy

Every eye stared me down
as I walked across the floor
it had been quite some time
since I'd set foot through the door

I passed by all their faces
and kept my head held high
something brought me back to town
and I had to find out why

The room felt unfamiliar
as I pulled up to the bar
I turned my head to look around
and saw his old guitar

This had been our place
where we spent most friday nights
he'd play a set with the guys
then we'd dance under the lights

"Now, what can I get a girl like you?"
the bartender broke my train of thought
I took a deep breath in and said,
"How about a ***** shot?"

The drink went down like water
so I asked for just one more
then my shoulder felt a familiar touch
and he asked what I was here for

That voice had torn my world apart
when he told me we were through
he said he'd changed his mind
and he knew what he had to do

I remembered how he held me
and he told me we would last
how "she" never made him feel like this
and she was in the past

We had talked about our future
dreaming of the day
when we could leave this town behind
and make our get-a-way

There was a great big world out there
that we both would get to see
no one else could understand
why we wanted to be free

This town held people captive
some others chose to stay
but if you were born and raised here
it was hard to see a different way

Now that I look back on things
I think I know where I went wrong
I was the one who wanted out
and he just played along

Deep down he felt at home
in this broken down old town
and all the things we talked about
would have turned his world around

So he made his choice and left
for the comfort of her bed
I begged him to come with me
he didn't hear a word I said

It seems that people talked
as they do in towns like this
and he had been convinced
that this place is what he'd miss

So, I packed up all my things
and made my way out west
I built a life from scratch
and tried to forget about the rest

There's a new man in my life
and he loves me to the core
my future could be with him
but I just needed to be sure

I replied that he's what brought me back
to the town that I came from
I needed to see his face
and maybe hear that guitar strum

I asked him, if I'd changed my mind
and had kept my life right here
would I be happy in his arms
and be the one that he holds near

He looked at me and smiled
and said, "You needed space to grow
I knew this town was just too small
so I had to let you go."

His answer wasn't what I needed
I knew my urge to roam.
still, there were times I questioned
if this should have stayed my home

I looked him in his deep blue eyes
and struggled through my tears.
he knew he was in my heart
even after all these years.

We wished it had been different
he said I'd always be the one
that he loved but pushed away
for it needed to be done

Deep down I knew that he was right
as I took just one more shot
he was happy living here
I most certainly would not

I remembered feeling trapped
and wanting to be free
needing something more
than this town could ever give me

So, I gathered up my purse
and headed out the door
letting go of the past
*for the life I wanted more

It has been said that we can be our own worst enemy.

This may be true.

Couldn't it also be said that we can be our own *best companion?

Tattered
     shreds
            of a life
strewn across
     the floor
              in need of mending