It's funny
Sometimes you have to nearly die
Before you can start living

I am better for my accident
I am not ashamed

Finally,
My soul gets the chance to
Breathe

honey
     after you were gone, everything started to grow bitter. all i want is
     for  something to feel sweet again.
chili powder
     you brought a variety into life that i've never found elsewhere.
     although i loved it- and, in honesty, still do- i've understood life
     without it to be bland.
headphones
     i hear the sound of your voice in the way people tap their feet and click
     their pens like you did. the refrigerator hums songs you used to sing
     in the silences you created when you stopped singing them to me
tissues
     isn't it funny how you used to be the one who made my tears dry,
     and yet now, you're the one who removes the dams my eyes had
     finally built?
birthday cards
     it is a profound celebration; i've been reborn into someone whose
     love can no longer belong to you.

One Year Ago Today I Was:

In A Bad Situation To Say The Least
Feeling Very Worthless And Alone
Incredibly Cold In The Snow
Staying A Friends House
In Love With A Monster
Heavily Intoxicated
Wearing A Dress
Bleeding Out
Violated

Today I Am:

Far Away From My Past And The Pain
In Love With My Dear Sweet Boy
Happy Healthy And Free
Studying For My Trade
Without a Single Cut
Living on My Own
Emotionally Intact
Warm At Heart
Reborn

Petals in the wind
So effortlessly dancing around my chaos

Ocean breeze pushing against the current of my soul

Why so tormented are you
Must you be drawn back to the ripples in the water of your evolution

Of your rebirth

Renewed
Refreshed
Rejuvenated
Resurrected

Remember

Messages from and to within
All lies in the wind

Like petals in the wind
Dancing so effortlessly in my chaos

Life is the dancer and I the dance

Remember

From the word,
I've been away,
Creating rhymes,
Had taken a break.

A conversation, just yesterday,
Got me thinking
for the written word,
I still do crave.

To write about love,
To write about fear.
To write about life,
Or this field right here.

With every word I write,
I seem to remember,
The wall's not down,
Though the ladder is near.

Thought I'd grown up,
Left behind my poetic years.
Now I realise,
I stopped out of fear.

But all the while,
I was blessed with an ear.

For now  I can hear,
A rhyme within a smile,
Entire ballads in her eyes,
And the beauty of a tear.