Giving up feels worse than dying.
But giving in,
Is falling, it's hurting, and crying,
at least you're trying.

Right?
At least you're trying?

Giving up feels worse than dying.
But this time,
Giving up is surviving.

Not growing, not living,
not thriving, just surviving.

Today I'm surviving.

I'm not giving in, not falling,
I'm hurting yes, and crying too.

Because today I had to give up.
Today, I gave up on you.

Giving up,
It feels like dying.

But I'll Survive.

A force field surrounds us,
a bubble of love.
We roll and tumble inside.

Oblivious to the world beyond.
Our love is our guide.

Your body, a road map to my soul.
I meander the highways and byways.

The curves and valleys of your flesh,
A journey that seeks no end.

I'm lost and found in you.

Destined to travel forever
in your eyes.

Endlessly,
lovingly,
and truly,
lost in your eyes.

She bowed before him and he struck her,
so she kneeled.
She kneeled before him and he kicked her,
so she lay.
She laid before him and he ***** her,
so she cried.
She cried before him so he cursed her,
and walked away.

But this was not the end,
it happened time and time again,
until one day she found the strength to rise.

She Rose from the floor,
crying and quaking,
She rose from the floor,
hurt and aching.
She rose from the floor,
scared and alone.

Alone but alive,
today she survived,
and tomorrow she will survive again.

And every day she survives,
every day that she's alive,

Is another day the monster didn't win.

Sometimes life leads
Occasionally, we follow.

But today becomes yesterday
And quickly turns tomorrow. 

Time is fluid,
it always flows.

In the path of least resistance.

Always forward, never to return.

And so we swim,
like salmon up a river.

Trying to get back to some,
 something or other.

To a beginning not remembered.
To some end, to forever.

Back to that shallow pool of humanity,
only to flounder there and die.

Like the salmon,
who's life begins and ends in the same place.

Who knows how far we could go.

If we had only learned
  to go with the flow.

In my head,
it seems, I'm in there everyday.

It used to be you in there,
but now you've gone away.

I thought when you left,
only my heart would break.

But it keeps beating,
It's more than I can take.

Pounding in my head,
as I mull all, all I should have said.

Yes, I'm in my head, 

Questions,
So many, I can't sleep.

Bang, Bang ,Bang
incessant pounding,
heart beat.

I can't sleep.

I'm in my head,
stuck in my head.

I can't sleep.

Questions,
Pounding,
heart beat,
you're gone,
can't sleep.

I'm In my head,
where you should be.

But it's just me,
just me,

Why am I alone?
All alone.

In my head.

Stoic as a stone she stood
against the night.

Against the news,

Not allowing herself to cry,
No,
not before their prying eyes.

Out of sight.

Alone,

Only then did
she weep for him.

For her loss,
for the cost,
it exacted upon her soul.

She stood alone,
stoic against the night.

Against the news.

And no one ever knew.

She loved him.

The soupy morning fog
Blankets the rolling mountains
 In a translucent mask of
water Vapor and reflected light.

As the lone Peregrine circles High above,
somewhere Just south of Heaven.

Peering through the mist,
with Unrivaled eyes, and a predators heart.

The Dove preens his feathers unaware.

I stand on a cliff side the sole witness
to this spectacle of
life and death about to occur.

Both mesmerized and horrified,
as the falcon begins its dive.

It's over before the dove even knows it's begun.

As I stand overwhelmed
in a cascade of conflicting emotions.

Realizing I've learned a lesson today
but not knowing for sure What it was.