I'm sorry mom, and I'm sorry dad
or is it you who should be apologizing to me?
we've all messed up
oh how I wish we could just move on.
The ephemeral tears that glisten on my cheeks
are hidden behind cold steel eyes
and my fragmented heart
is hidden behind miles of anger inside.
I'm sorry brothers, and I'm sorry sister
that I wasn't better to you
for what they did to me
I surely did it too.
Forgive me Father
and help me be better
that I may repair
the ties that i desperately wish I never severed.
Help me to stand tall,
so others may never know
just how easy it is
to make me stumble and fall.

A single candle lights my room
at this early morning hour
flickering softly - chasing away the gloom
beautiful, delicate, a flower.

The stem a glowing ember
growing from an ever-widening pool
petals of red and orange
but an indescribable hue.

A sweet scent fills the air
bringing peace to my mind
this burden that I bare
will surely fade in time.

swaying with the train
with a piece of paper and a pen
your light illuminates the darkness
in the recesses of my brain

and I can't think
of what I used to do
before I ever met you
before I had you

now the summer sun
is sinking in the sky
blacking out the buildings
against a hazy sky

lost in the music
lost in the sound
head in the clouds
eyes to the ground

I might not have met you
but I know that you're there
searching your soul
for something not there

your thoughts keep you up
late into the night
your heart is racing
about to take flight

your eyelids are heavy
weighed down by bricks

what's left to say
now that you've gone away
when the sky is cold and grey
and I'm lost without you

we met in the fall
among hues of orange and red
and when your eyes met mine
the sun shined on my heart for the first time

fall turned to winter
and the days flew by
with the swiftness of the migrating flocks
etched across the sky

winter turned to spring
oh what beauty it did bring,
as we walked
underneath the budding trees

spring turned to summer
but your feelings changed
as the seasons do
and it was time to say goodbye

to you.

My window faces East.

I wake to the sun heating my skin
and have to squint to see
the breeze floats through the screen

My window faces East.

Early is when I like to wake,
for who can sleep while there is such beauty to see?
Certainly not me.

My window faces East.

She sleeps in
and always remembers her dreams,
more different we could not be.