Everything I feel proud of possessing :
my openness,
my honesty,
my discipline,
my kindness and
my skill with words - delving deep into them to find the solace I need - only seems to be improving with age.

The one thing that I deeply want and need, however, seems to be decreasing as each second ticks by - a little bit of courage.

"When does a person die" a person asked another,
"When they stop breathing of course" added the other.
But I knew better.

You don't die when you stop breathing or break the "physical tether"- as it were.
No.
You die when you're no longer able to cope,
utterly, utterly lost - in the absence of hope.

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i can sleep for ten thousand years
where i can run from all these demons

when i can close my eyes
when i can forget how good it is to hurt

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i can smile without pain behind my eyes
where i can stop picking at my nails to keep me from screaming

when i can breathe
when i can clear my mind and the tears from my eyes

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i see the good in people
where darkness doesn't leak into every crack in the light

when i can stand up straight and proud
when i don't have to hide every flaw

is there a place
is there a mindset

where i can be free

         .  .  .  .  
        
it's called home

It was suffocating in the room,
filled with people, yet still making me feel lonely and subdued with gloom.

Then, suddenly, I felt a breath of fresh air,
when I looked up, you were standing there...

When you saw the title, what did you think of,
standing under a star filled sky, being whispered the three magical words of love?

It's a natural reaction after all,
but my three words were different - out of the ordinary you may call.

You see, as an amateur writer and poet, I'm always vexed
about the quality of my poems,stories, and so on - until that is, someone utters the three magical words, "What happens next?"

Sweet, funny, loving, caring, patient, an epitome of motherly magnificence.
The English language may eventually run short of adjectives to describe you,
but i'm not worried - after all, what use are words when you can make out my thoughts - even from my deepest silence...

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Just loved seeing,
your smile so true!