I haven't written a poem in so long.
I havent written my feelings in so long.
Work, sleep, eat... repeat.
Writing was my sanctuary, my safe haven.
The mystical world of words and feelings left me and i no longer had a reason to write.
I found my happiness.
But now, it is slowly, dimming away again.
am i even good at it?
I never thought i was.
I just needed relief... sweet SWEET release of the torment my soul was feeling.
But now, i feel the itch to write.
The need to feel,
The need to liberate myself.
No words can describe how amazing putting my emotions down in words feel.
How echanting ...

He is my one.
He is thee one.
I never thought that would ever happen.
I watch him slumber,
How his eyes are moving rapidly under his lid.
How he breathes in deeply and exhales.
The way he needs to be touching a part of my body.
My beautiful husband.
Husband...
I didnt need him and he didnt need me, but yet, we found each other in the worst place.
I breathe in his love like its my oxygyn.
Sunshine grows within me knowing how it feels to be truly loved.
I cant think of any other human being i could have been with. The way i catch him watching me, the way he comes to look for me when he needs me, like if he lost his toy.
He is now a part of me, forever and always.
I am a part of him, forever and always.

I am back,
in the body of a soon to be 23 year old,
I am free as a bird, but feel trapped, like a caged lion.
Is this all to a simple womans life?
Bills, stress, sleepless nights, work?
Repeat steps 1,2,3,4 untills death?
As I lay in bed, my mind runs around my past.
My friends,
My family,
My youth,
My liberty.
I look young,  but act as if I'm retired and dying.
I took advantage of what i had, i miss that place of being a child and not worrying.
Beer is now my friend.
Sleep is now my secret pleasure.
I wish i had a how to be adult book.

Thank you

The night is young
Not even 10
Or maybe it's late
Worries wrap my body
Like a burrito
Stuffed
Overly stuffed
Terrified my worries are going to
Spill out
Some say...
My middle name is warrior woman!

I say
"Worrier woman"

I joke.

Money is always the key
Money this
Money that

Why can't we give each other compliments as a form of payment
Or not
I don't care
I do...
Helping hands fall short
The worried faces drown my mind
Biting lip
Picking skin
Biting nails

I wasn't made for this life
But I have to live it.

Keep your head up
Tupac

I wish
I hope
I cry
I pray
So hard
I pray

Please be there.
He is
Ramble on
Led Zeppelin

They're there too

Goodnight
It's 10

I don't know why
It happens.
Stress
Being overwhelmed
Tired
Drained
I put myself in gods hands
Why
I believe
He will provide
Will he?
Why
The roof is falling over my head
Will I even have a roof
Will I survive this
My partners hands holding me
I want to break free
From myself
Why
I need to protect myself from
From who
Myself
Me
Myself
And
I.
Help me
Why
I believe

My insecurities come and beat my skull ,my soul,
To a meaningless pulp.
Even when I am free,
Physically there are no chains,
And I can fly
But,
Mentally I am chained,
*****
Abused
By my own insecurities.
Countless nights, tossing and turning,  I hear her/him.
I am nothing.
There is no love.
There is me, the living ****.
And I do not love thy self.
God has no place in my mind, choosing to rot in my self pity, than to believe.
Choosing to believe the negative than the positive he gives me.
My insecurities beats the **** out of my energy,
Beats the **** out of my love,
Beats the **** out of my being.
Building a wall of thorns and demons,  
There is no escape from it.
There is no savior.
There is only it and myself
Why fight a battle, that's been long lost...
It is morphed and carved into me.
A tattoo that cannot be lasered out.
It is me.

Hey you, with that head full of curls, I love you.
Hey you, with those alluring eyes that hold a secret sparkle, I love you.
Hey you, with that enchanting smile and those deep dimples, I love you.
Hey you, with those broad shoulders and amazing body, I love you.
Hey you, with those strong arms and precious hands, I love you.
Hey you, with those firm thighs and long legs, I love you.
Hey you, with those big perfect feet and **** toes, I love you.
The love we share, is rare.
You hold my heart in the tip of your finger tips,
You hold my soul in the palm of your hand.
You are to me to what a hero is to a child.
My support,
My savior,
My world.
Te amo, con todas mis fuerzas. Tú eres mi luna, mis estrellas, mi galaxia, mi tierra. Sin ti, yo sería un alma perdida, buscando y buscando a través de un agujero oscuro de la esperanza perdida.