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Denise Werntz Jun 2012
Life in its progress
seems to leave things behind...

to look back for them
would be fruitless
the path that is taken
no longer belongs to them.

The Break Away

that in a friendship
no matter how important
sometimes its just enough...

Time will bring memories
and passing will bring thoughts
but may our paths never cross again...
Denise Werntz Jun 2012
The air is changing
as the season rises
from the earth,
from the sky.
Ive forgotten the wild flowers
that arose in the summer
and quickly faded in the fall.
my mind is now set
to the ground...
to the soil...
to the promise of new life
changes
and growth.
The focus is  to the roots...
the ones that have stayed planted
in the seasons that have changed
to drown the weak
and build the strong.
Let this be the challenge
not to garden for a day
but to live in the roots,
for the change of the summer
is more relevant in the fall.
Denise Werntz Mar 2012
It had been given
In an instance
With your first breath
then cry of life.
Not to be the last
Of the tears that life would ensue.
Life would turn to be rebellious
In a rally against you in a moment,
Cheering you on in the next.
Standing beside you
In every second
That would mean the world,
Or nothing at all.
You are that person
The one that is beside you
Not to say no one else is to matter
But you will make the difference
In the way you are to yourself
Whether you are pulled from the wreckage
Or left to slowly die
The decision will always be yours.
Never to say
The hand was forced
In the decision you had to make
You are always the one
And all fate is yours to change.
Remember in this life
When the angry scream in your face
Will you give them what is yours?
And let them take your sanity
Along with your mind
To be consumed with their last words
As it plays over in your head
And you wish on things that were not spoken.
Remember in that moment
It was you that was taken
There work was now done
And you are left in the confusion
Will you be able to amend yourself?
And know that it is nothing?
That you were never
The description they painted.
And in your mind
Know yourself well
Because you will always be the one

— The End —