No
I haven't given up
I've just
repurposed my dream

If I were to write
It would be for you

It would be for memories
Long gone but not lost

For my little heart beat
Still thumps on and on

Quietly, faintly, but most assuredly
Reminding life continues again today

From what was left yesterday
And in yesterday was you

To each their own form of bravery
For though this life is an individual test
It is not a challenge of rivalry

All have their hardships
Struggles of pain and unfairness
Working to rise again once being tripped

Do not judge another by what is seen
For bravery is often quiet
Keeping hidden where they've been

There are struggles that you
Will never, ever know
That may be very real to those around you

From physical limitations and disabilities
To emotional pain and despair
Life shows us our certain mortality

The goal is to still appreciate the gift of life
And become a better person
Becoming refined through our strife

So at points when you're low
And especially at points when you're high
Never judge someone, for you never know

Someone you see could be fighting
The fight of their lifetime, so think
Before you assume it's weakness you're sighting

Their fight may have just begun
Or maybe it's been going and going
And they can't last, they're done

No one has the right to judge another's bravery

We always know where our towels are so we can help each other out
‘Cause we protect each other without ever a doubt

Even when one swears the other has puddin’ in their head
We still trust each other, both with guiding and being led

Whenever you have a Hat-and-or-Wig Party, I’ll be there
Because while three’s company, us two is a constant pair

I’ll be the first to reward you with five minutes of uninterrupted eye contact
Because always supporting each other is our unwritten contract

I’ll sit and watch a movie with you, even if it’s Sweded
Because just hanging out with you is all that is needed

Even if all we did in a day was roll in ze hay
I know that we would still have fun anyway

Whether anyone says we were brought together by fate, destiny… or a horse
All that matters is that we are forever family on the same course

Even if there’s no meteoroid, severe loss of blood or death,
We’re there to help each other ‘til our last breath

We read one another’s thoughts and understand code words like oi
Which means we ‘get’ each other more than any girl or boy

I hope we both have enough shoes to last us a lifetime
So we have all the time we need to quote movies and rhyme

I’ll only ask you to hold my sweet potato pie; you’ll never have to wear it
We are always each other’s partner and we’ll never have to split

I would cross The Wall anytime if it could help somehow
Because I would do anything for you that possibility could allow

If you were eating junk and watching *******, I wouldn’t come out and pound you
I would sit down and join you, and just claim I had the flu

Going home
To the place most familiar
Where time has been the most spent
And the most friends known

Going home
To where memories have been barred in
Keeping the pain away
Of all that's not normal

Going home
It's all that I have at holidays
I both yearn for it and hate it
The connection to ongoing sadness and joy

Going home
The place of opposition
I am both healed and torn apart
Disappointed in my hopes for a different result

Going home
I wonder, is it worth it anymore?
It's the hub of the good memories I have
But also the place of awkward stress

I want to leave it all
But then what is left?
It's so hard to leave good people
For the pain a few bring

Oh, what to do
What will hurt the least?

Twinkling lights have been strung ‘round and ‘round
Making the ornaments reflect a glow
Reminding the warmth of Christmas abounds
Though the temperatures outside are low

Seeing the tree so colorful and bright
Reminding what the season really means
That the real warmth comes from the Light
He, the Savior, who can make all souls clean

His Atonement provides the way home
To where all may forever be with Christ
Take His gift and never from His way roam
For the gift of happiness can’t be priced

Around the tree I hold my loved ones tight
Knowing joy can last more than this one night

Poetry
The secret written life of me

Not always so secret
But it's always mine to keep yet

I love to write
In the quiet times at night

When thoughts wonder around
But it's just me and four walls around

So I use keyboard clicks and clacks
To say "Hey world" and talk back

It's this secret life
That calms my strife

To write what I want to hear
In a way more to my heart more near

I'm more vulnerable in a way
But not up close, so it's okay

I show all sides of me
Some hurt, some are happy and free

But most of all it's me on the page
Where who I am is hard to gauge

I can talk about life in rhymes
Only revealing a bit of me at a time

Where I can say enough to feel relieved
And make my current thoughts feel eased

There's nothing like it
For me, I must admit

I love typing so very fast
As words keep flying past

Leaving my mind and my fingers
Onto a page where they may linger

For all to see and read
But mostly by those who feel my same need

Not by only those who know me
That's why it's my liberty

I like the sharing
But without all the world caring

A few care and I find that neat
But really it's for my own feat

For each poem is like a new "personal best"
And I love that feeling of triumph best