Roads untraveled
Do not be sad
For what wasn't meant to be

Pain
Heartache
Loss

These things must be overcome
Do not turn back
Hold your head high

Look ahead
There is a friend
To guide you through
The roads meant to be traveled

I wish you had the courage

I've becoming a better me.
   I'm happier.
      I'm confident.
         I'm me.

I’ve learned to be playful
so
playful
I would be as playful with you
as the dancing sounds
these words make as they
drop
drop
drop
from my mouth
to this paper thin, glass sheet of cadence
Sometimes they stick
flattened out like
g     u      m
trod on by years of
cheap dress shoes
marching the weary feet they house
into another cut-out day
in the same square building
Sometimes they bounce
tink
tink
tink
across the surface
creating their own beauty
seemingly without need for my pen

I’ve learned to be gentle
so
gentle
I would be as gentle with you
as the soft brush
of what is written
against what is meant
So carefully touching
that only tangent we come
one point being
all I need

I’ve learned to be nurturing
so
nurturing
I would be as nurturing with you
as the warm, damp soil
to the seed
as the sharp, prepared mind
to the idea
Giving structure
setting tones
I could be the time
in which you bloom
again
Just for this springtime
I will be springtime

The silence, is apart of me
The silence, approves me
The silence, is extremely deadly
So stay away from me, when I'm holding a machete
The silence it kills
The silence makes me feel
The silence is neither here nor there but the silence is everywhere
Theirs no escaping the silence
Really their's no escaping myself
No matter what anybody say the silence is always within myself.