run
run
run --
run away as fast
as you possibly can.
get away.
get out of that place.

you don't know the
horrors of being there
like i do.

trust me,
and run.
run
run
run.
as fast as you can.

get away
before you
make it out
barely breathing.

covered in blood,
missing a limb,
open wounds,
a pounding headache,
a swollen ankle --
just run no matter
what it takes.

you don't understand
the horror
like i do.

I had a thought —
it slipped.
A line to speak —
just clipped.

I meant to say
what’s wrong,
but maybe I
came on too strong.

My chest said go,
my mouth said wait.
My throat just held
a heavy weight.

I wrote it down —
then backspaced all.
It felt too weak,
it felt too small.

I wish I could
explain this fear,
but words run dry
when you get near.

So if I stall
or start to shake —
it’s not a game,
it isn’t fake.

It’s just that when
my mind gets loud,
my voice gets lost
inside the crowd.

I keep living
As though love
Comes with strings attatched
And try as I might
I cannot cut through
That lie.

A vivid imagination
is good for the soul
It makes you funny,
makes you feel whole
Ideas on ideas
minute after minute,
Make believe so real
you feel like you're in it

These thoughts we have that swirl around in our head,

Sometimes all they do is hurt us instead.

All I want to do is embrace you in my arms, but I must say I find it hard. 

Perhaps in another time, in another life we should, be everything that I know we could.

I know how you feel, I feel it too.
But what your partner think of you.

This is written with love because you know I care
Please tell me what I should do, because I know it's not fair.

A mother sees her son crying:

Mother: "My son, why are you crying".

Son: "mother I am in pain".

Mother: "Where does it hurt and I shall make it better".

The son points to his heart

Mother: "Oh my sweet boy. The only way to heal that which ails you is to confront that which you fear".

The son stares into the sky

Son: "Why...why, why must I feel this way"

Mother: "Because we are human, we laugh, we cry, we love. Sometimes it's not about the "how" you feel but the "why".

Son: "Mother, does the pain ever go away?"

Mother: " Of course it does, you have nothing to fear because everything will be alright in the end and if everything is not alright.......then it is not yet the end".

Son: "Mother, how did you overcome that which you feared?"

Mother: "Well that's simple. I met your father and we stepped into the unknown together. He said with something unsaid on both ends surely we know the difference" .

Son: " I understand now. It is not the "why" I must focus on but the "how" to move forward".

Mother: "One day you will find your reason to keep moving forward and it will surprise you in ways you could never imagine".

Another year older,
Another month tugging at the heartstrings.
So many emotions.
Happy, worried, sad, anxious, and happy again.
Everyday a toss of the cards.
I avoided the storms,
Wished upon a few stars,
And prayed to God with all might.  
I watched the movie screen and cried at the scenes.
Missed a few people who have gone on,
And looked back at the last few decades.
My life isn’t perfect.
But why would I want it to be.
At least I’m still here.

Wash your hair
Pretend to care
Sit and stare
That feelings there