Isn’t it weird
That poetry
Is my best friend
And words are used
To express
My love

Sometimes I sit alone
And wonder where the world is
And why
I’m sitting all alone
Have people forgotten me
Or are their lives so busy
I have been put on the side
Alone can be
A very lonely place
And I try to keep busy
And soon
I begin to miss
The company

Life is what happens
As we are living it
We think we are planning for the future
When, in fact
The future has prepared herself
For us
We find a soft blanket to fall on
While we struggle to climb the mountain
We sleep
As our soul journeys forward
We feed our bodies
When we should be feeding
Our souls
We climb
When we should be resting
And rest
When we should
Be wandering
Through life
Always just
A little off
And always
On the mark

Sometimes I wonder about life
What it is that calls to me
In the darkness of my unknowing
I wonder what truly lies
At the depths of my be ing
Reaching out to catch me
As I fall into
The abyss
Not knowing is the sign
Of true compassion
Of true humility
Of a trust that is so deep
And so wide
That I fear not
The fall

There is a longing in my heart
That knows no bounds
It calls to me
Through tears
That catch on my eyelashes
And cling to my cheeks
A longing so deep
And so wide
That nothing but love
Can truly penetrate
There is no other
No thing
That can catch my attention
Other than
Your love

Writing poetry
Can be so much fun
Words on a page
Expressing unknown
Thoughts
Deep within us
Many times
I don’t even know
Where the words are coming from
Like, they just are
Set deep within me
Rising to the surface
To share

Sometimes I sit around
Thinking about what life could have been
If I had…
You can fill in the blanks
And I wonder
How different things
Could have been
If I had only
Just said no
Or yes
Or maybe
Or not spoken at all
Could I really have changed my destiny?
Or  was it already
Set in stone
Before I was born
How much free choice
Do we really have?