Depression is the hitchhiker
you hesitantly let in
but slowly warmed up to

He convinces you to get out of your car
and run out with him

Except running out
isn't running free

It's running inside
a jail, by his side

Were you there to see the dream birds
As they carried the sun and moon
and stars
Up into the sky
when Lilith was just
a girl named Lilly
Did you witness when she
pulled them straight
out of her dreams
As she walked through
the wordless stories
written in the sand
Who was there to watch
before the beginning
of it all
Back in the time before
in the time after
When love gave its final
breath and hope
To dream of a girl
who would dream
us all to life
To weave and dream
against the void
And give life and breath
back to love

Day's Work Is Done...

Sun is setting,
Feet are fueled up...with enthusiasm
Thoughts are filled with pictured expectations,
To be met at the door with warm hugs and kisses
A hot meal on the table...steaming coffee awaits
All these, comfort my fatigued limbs and minds.
A smile, in anticipation ...a sense of *****
Atmosphere tickle my mind...i hurry
To enter my safe ground...my comfort zone
My own White Picket Fences.
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They may have  tiny fractures
Some boards missing, broken, or collapsed,
Its concrete floors and walls may be creviced
I can not shun........or hide from
Imperfect truths, about my family,
Our relationships, our health.....every truth
About my loved ones and me...

It is where i come home to...
After each struggle's end
My feet and mind take me back...to my own,
My known familial boundaries...

An inner force spurs me to make those broken boards
Upright...firm once again......like hardwood trees,
Be unshaken by water and wind....be unwavering
Then, i repaint them
...to bring back the glow.

Some broken fences could still be fixed
some are worthy of fixing; but,
There are those that seem to be, beyond repair
needing some kind of intervention.
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Sally


Copyright July 9, 2016
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan

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I only miss you when the sky is grey
When my heart lies in the shade, it longs to feel your warmth
I only miss you when the clouds are crying
When my soul aches for sunshine, I long to feel your skin on mine

It makes me wonder if I ever needed you as much as I thought
After all, I only needed your shoulders when I could not walk
I only miss you when the days are cold,
and I've learned how to warm them on my own
So I wonder why I even miss you at all some days