How do I reach out to you
when you are unreachable.
How do I tell you it
will all be alright.

How do I touch your soul
when you are untouchable.
How do I catch you
when you fall from flight.

How do I carry you when
this situation is so unbearable.
How do I make you look at me
so our love can reignite.

How do I apologise
for standing by your side.
How do I make you understand
that your touch, your love, is my light!

Take my hand,
Let me pick you up
From that cold sorrow.
Let me take you
Out into the light,
Show you the warmth in tomorrow.

You are never alone,
No matter how scared
Or alone you feel.
Somewhere, someone is
Crying out to your heart.
You just have to believe
This hope is real.

Change takes time
and ours wasn't "Goodbye",
it was "See you around."
Not a final parting, merely
a heartache dangling
from that thin thread
called friendship.

These broken hands
cupped around a
fragile light.
Keeping it safe
and protected from
this endless night.

Only in the depths
of their pain
and despair
does a sliver of light
escape through
the tear.

Frozen in time, our
"together" moments.
Hidden from view
by winter's cold shoulder.

A forever memory
on my lips, on my skin
makes me long for you, as
the days grow ever colder.

Anticipating the warmth
of your breath, of your touch.
Needing your comfort
as ice and frost grow bolder.

Your presence here amiss.
Winter's end, a promise of returning bliss.

Autumn a-dancing to
          the beat of falling leaves,
                   interrupted by Winter -
                             the air growing colder.

                                                      Au­tumn shook the trees in
                                                              ­ an attempt to keep Winter at bay
                                                             ­            but Winter just shrugged and
                                                             ­                        gave her the cold shoulder.

Why am I studying?
Why am I missing
so many precious hours
watching my children growing.
When obtaining a
degree won't get me
out of this **** hole
anyway?

Because burying me inside
the content of a book
takes my mind off my
unhappiness with what
I can't change about my life
The books never judge,
they don't give me lip.
They take me away.......