Magnificent ancient tree,
Imposing branches,
Reaching into the sky

Clouds shrouding its circumference,
It stands tall and proud,
Way up so high.

The moon rests beneath its canopy,
Appearing somewhat insignificant
And small,

A little, tiny golden circle,
A magical, hanging, crystal ball.

A massive, mystical trunk
Enclosing a soul with substance
And volume so grand and wise,

With roots deeper than the abyss,
I imagine that it is its own universe,
Through my eyes.

By Lady R.F.(C)2017

That feeling
When you love someone
But think it's safer
If they know not how
You feel
Because some people
Are better off
As friends
Than lovers.

An innocent heart
Broken, but somewhat mended,

Battered and bruised
Is what it is rendered.

Torn fragments scattered,
Widely spread,

Tarnished, traumatic memories
Stored in her head.

Constantly torturing herself,
Wondering how different
Life could have been,

If, but only,
When she was younger,
Traumatic situations,
She hadn't encountered,
Experienced, felt, or seen.

She had no choice but to follow
The path of forgiveness
To remain sane,
She realised that long ago,

Forgiveness became
A minute-by-minute decision  
She had to make,
But still, her PTSD, Anxiety
And Depression didn't leave her...
Oh no!

She still can't help feeling frustrated,
Knowing that her life
Wasn't meant to turn-out tainted
This way,

As grateful as she is
For all of her countless blessings,
She still cannot rid her tainted,
Traumatic memories,
They torture her every single,
Blessed, precious day.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017