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Rebecca Gilmore Oct 2018
The trees laughed with the breeze,
Catching secrets and letting go of fears.
Birds sang of love and of broken tears,
All while encompassing a hidden beauty: a pond.

The gentle ripple that echoed to the shore,
The shining light that reflected to the water’s floor.
It was a whimsical oasis,
Feeding on life and giving it right back just to thrive.

Where lily pads scattered the surface,
Creating a new color of playful wonder to the mix.
Where frogs danced to cricket chirps,
And fireflies sundered like stars.

And this,
This is where we met the first time our lips touched:
Slowly,
Gently,
And rippling through our entire existence.
Rebecca Gilmore Oct 2018
The sea:
A bottomless soul of captivation.
Secrets scatter through melting glaciers;
And all sea life disperses at the core.

Until,
A graceful gargantuan is born.
Cursed with soft eyes and big dreams;
Betrothed only in aberration.

The sea:
Overflowing with allurement.
Waves of passion roll with wide fin plunders;
Screeches echo with gaiety.

Until,
Vessels break through thick ice.
Fishermen release nets and debris like savages;
Dagger teeth can’t rip free.

The sea:
Deteriorating at the surface.
Swallows maim intestines to bones;
The escalation of blood overflows.

Until,
Desperation is answered.
Guidance seduces charisma in clean souls;
Remedies cure brokenness.

The sea:
A bottomless soul of captivation.
Where secrets scatter
through melting glaciers;
And all sea life awakens.
once again.
Rebecca Gilmore Oct 2018
I ran away beyond the sea,
With past behind, the waters flowed.
I tried to see what I could find,
As fish danced in the afterglow.

The prayers no longer came to greet
Me, all I knew had disappeared.
Some misfit monsters came and went,
But no one knew it’s what I feared.

The sea life scattered at the sight
Of me, the wind no longer sang.
I bathed in righteous glory,
With hearts of demons in my reign.

I sang of hymns I did not know.
The fire gates began to fade.
My soul became alive once more,
I no longer am afraid.
Rebecca Gilmore Oct 2018
The sun awoke to see what comes her way.
She birthed the light to end the monstrous dark.
A dim-lit glow she saw across the bay,
A face that changed and ran the twilight bark.

He wore the sweat of night upon his neck.
The stars began to dim; the sky became
Aglow. He saw across the way a speck
That burned and shined like the eternal flame.

He slowed his fall to view her light, she froze
In sight of his darkness. They fell in love.
The sun had begged to stay, but still arose.
The moon still lost against the day to come.

But the sun still rose, and the moon still set--
No one forgot the day the sun and moon met.
Rebecca Gilmore Oct 2018
I don’t remember the first moment we met.
I don’t remember the first words we said to each other.
Frankly it took me a while just to remember your name.

But the first time you I heard you speak,
The first time your words echoed on one syllable,
That's when I knew.
Everyday after that, my face flushed,
Like the ocean’s tide crashed onto sandy skin and brought color into my life.

That’s what you did:
You brought color into my life
And for that,
I will thank you for a thousand years.

But you also brought me pain.
I just thought I was the soil of a drought
And all I needed was your rain

But instead, you gave me sun.
Beating down on me,
Suffocating all the growth and beauty I had to offer.

And I know you didn’t mean to do this.
Hell you don’t even know you did
But would it even matter?

I watched you drown her in your attention
And when that wasn’t enough,
I watched your knife wounds grow
As you bled out, giving her everything that gave you life.

Even now,
You pick at your scabs
Just so you can bleed more for her
But I don’t have the heart to tell you,
She does not thrive on you to survive

She lives on her light and hers alone
So stop bleeding out and breath in
Inhale all the nourishment you have been depriving of yourself for so long

When we said our last goodbyes,
I was afraid I wouldn’t let go
You were afraid I rooted myself too deep into you

Our arms wrapped around each other for one last time
And when we let go
You looked at her and then at me
I let my tears fall down like seeds,
Trying to plant myself into your memories
You were already overflowing with her and washed me away

I don’t remember the first moment we met
I don’t remember the first words we said to each other
Frankly it took me a while just to remember your name
But I remember the **** you planted in my garden of memories with you
And all beauty was destroyed with the words “I’m sorry”
Rebecca Gilmore May 2019
The light parts beneath the trees and I fall quiet.
Falling endlessly through the hollow echos of the past.
Passed reality and into the state of the unknown.
Unknowingly, I light my fire and look around.

The seas have parted and the skies have turned to dust.
Dusting off my armor, I prepare for battle.
“Battling who?” I ask, “and what for?”
For Goliath has already been beaten and the war already won.

Nevertheless, I draw my sword anyway and rise up.
Raising all that I have left for this war to be won.
One last moment to prove who I am.
Who really is the hero of this story.

With arms shaking, the sword swished down.
Down went the enemy, scars and all.
All who saw were in awe.
Awe until my blood ran too.

That’s when they knew,
That I was a piece of the enemy.
And the enemy was you.

— The End —