Fidelity
Acceptance
Ideals
Trust
Heart

Human rights
Optimism
Peace
Empathy

Longing
Open-hearted
Veracity
Emotion

-Understood-

The blue shining sea.
The orange autumn leaves.
The simple things in life,
that make us feel complete.
The warm rays of sun.
The white shining moon.
If these thing ever left it,
would be to soon.
No emotions to feel,
no colors to see.
What would happen to people,
like you and me?
No sadness but also no happiness,
No pain but also no pleasure.
These things go together like,
Two birds of a feather.
Without good there is no bad,
without bad there is no good
You need two of everything so
It can be understood

There is no being
That can make my stomach turn
Or make my eyes burn
More than he.

                                         On cloudy days
                                     I yearn for the sun
                              To kiss my frozen skin
                          He left my heart chilled.

I often think of our past
No matter how painful
And I still cannot believe
I allowed you to treat me that way.

                                            I was so weak
    Accepting demons that weren't mine
       But how could I stick up for myself
          When I didn't know how to love?

How was I to know
That self acceptance gives
Overwhelming confidence
To the broken?

                     I do not regret my mistakes
       I could not question my judgement
       Thanks to you, I learned my lesson
                                 And I'm better for it.

I try to chose my words carefully because
One wrong word can change
The whole meaning of the
Cranberry.

I lived in the highlands,
green as far as the eye could see.
I ran up and down the plush hills.
Oh how I soared!
The air was still,
the smell of dew hung in the mist
like a raised hand.

Running...running...
From what?
Nothing.

Running...just running...
Where to?
Nowhere.

That was the beauty of it.
That was the dream.
No one to stop me.
Nowhere to be.
Running-soaring through the still mist,
my dreads flying back behind me.

I could hear the bagpipes in the mist.
The solitary sound pierced through
and urged me to continue
on and on, in my aimless adventure.

Readers, the dream ended like this:
I was alone.
There was no lover waiting
on the other side of the mist.
I had found my peace in the land I call home.
Scotland.
This is where my forefathers roamed.
This is where, in my dreams, I soar alone.

One day I'll return to the highlands.
Scotland, my home.