My escape I cannot find
running wild my restless mind.
Screaming heart, faded spirit
I close my ears, but I still hear it.

Flooding fear, I’m holding tight.
The end draws near, but where’s the light?

On my knees I search for strength,
my will is weak, my eyes are strained.
Now barely breathing, embers die
heavy sighs and helpless cries.

Water now up to my knees,
What hope is left begins to freeze.

Tightened chest, gasping breath
panic peaks, impending death.
Closing eyes, this is it,
If it happens, I won't see it.
Final thoughts, last regrets,
If I, could have ... left to rest.

Darkness weighs until I break,
No body left, my soul to take.
My former life, losing shape,
Yet here I am,
my escape?

I carry on
only because i know
love is strong.
And though slow,
my curvy road will find,
that part, my heart,
is ready to show.
The comfort of souls;
intertwined with sparks
and ignited by bones.
Spirits rendered tainted,
when left in the rain.
the loss, with frost,
those walls can't be repainted.
Despite the risk of this,
I raise my gaze,
my chest begins to shift.
Beginning to embrace
what for so long I had feared.
This world would miss, and be remiss,
of love and life revealed.

Everything I wanted  blossomed out of the beauty of your embrace,
A dream, an adventure, the thrill of a never ending chase.

Now an absence in my heart I have  learned to resent,
My pillars of hope now twisted and bent.

For without you, this pain I would not have to bear,
My only lonely despair.
For the wonder of falling so free of care,

Means hitting the ground without seconds to spare.

A love like the rain
A drought from the desert sun
So dry and empty

Thunderclouds rolling by
A moment to linger, they strike
Only ash remains

Vulnerable dust
Swept by shame across the lands
Of uncertainty

The sun setting west
Fear that light I will not touch
A heart still guarded

I long as I lie
Beneath a vast stretch of stars
Echoing my dreams

Here my mind is free
To be taken by the wind
No where; anywhere

Reason resonates
Do you believe peace is real?
No answer is known

Reminiscing fades
Time is cruel, moments too short
Cherish what is now

Though spirit longing
To traverse gates of new life
Nature will reveal

Secrets kept by death
Haunted beauties that lie beyond
imagination

Broadened, brighter lens
To behold a world greener
As grass always seems

Searching for a home
Yet that's from where I depart
Weary head and heart

An empty forest
Where stood a canvas, white, blank
The story begins.

Why does every wall around me 
fall down all at once, 
I'm forced to scatter my own ashes, 
My knees buckle when I try to run. 

With no escape or helping hand, 
To illuminate this pit, 
Blinded by my own demise, 
What can I do but sit? 
And sit. 
And think.
Of all the times 
I was the crutch that kept you standing on your feet. 
That now as I'm about to sink
I see no ladder dangling
Within my outstretched reach.

Some don’t believe our souls are meant to find a mate.
That no matter what, we will be left utterly alone at the end of the day.
You have you and I have me.

Until you wake up and discover that all this time, every part of yourself you considered your own unique piece, your personal treasure – well, it doesn’t actually belong to you.
Because after all, who are we but reflections of all the beautiful things we see in the world; smeared and speckled slightly by dirt and grime we either attempt to clean or condemn.

And yet neither beauty nor ugliness would exist in complete isolation.
Myself and my soul are me because of you.
Every tiny little ray of goodness that exudes from you has become a part of me.
For the beauty of the world lies not in the hands of I; but rather can be found in the crux of every different strand of companionship.

The chapters you have written in my life are extraordinary and unrivalled.
And though the eroding forces of time may one day leave those pages yellowed and torn, the stories they tell have been permanently imprinted in the most precious depths of my memory.

Maybe I don’t believe in a higher power than that of ourselves, but somewhere within me resides the belief that sometimes true love has a way of finding its way back into our lives.
Back to the people and places where the most pure forms of bliss and happiness dug their deepest roots.