a mist calls my name
and shows my reflection  in a mirror
I am standing tall
loving life and-
making love-
to the only person who matters


the mist pulls me back-
and shoves itś talons in me
Then it whispers of the
insecurities I hold
inside empty spaces
empty steps
empty tears
Emptiness

pain is pain
death is death
hope is hope

but love
well love..
love is confusion

its the random stain on clean laundry
the bruises you wake up with
the moments of laughter
and heart ache,
that you miss having.