No fox or mink
Spilled its blood
Without a thought
To think -
Is this really needed?
Giving into rich people’s whims
Attention -
These words will be unheeded
But still someone must lay them
As any animal put to rest
For someone’s coat or vest

I’m uneven as the sidewalk
and just as bumpy too

Something’s growing underneath
and it’s starting to break through

I’ve grown some roots
further down

Their stronger than
anything that trod upon
this bumpy, uneven ground

It raises up
strong enough to crack cement

What a lovely sentiment
to have earth be stronger than matter
I never fell for the latter

We’ve been over forever and a day.
There comes a time in someone’s life
when they can no longer stay,
when goodbye’s the only way.

And still, I think of you -
On rainy evenings when the sky’s grey
and the thunder claps in applause
for what was.

Those crazy nights lying awake
counting the lightening striking
wondering -

Do you think of me?
Do you hold me close in a memory?
On this rainy night
is someone holding you?
Will she become a memory too?

You keep trying to fix the broken link.
You think it will put everything back together.
But its broken for a reason.
Its time to discard the broken part.
Of course, do it carefully, with tender heart.
But there’s no reason to keep it.
It no longer serves a function.
It’s destructive to your perception.
You don’t need the ends to meet
to be complete.

You changed yourself into something -
I don’t recognize
You hide behind your defenses with lies
They help you gloss over yesterday

But I have changed, despite myself too
Into something I’m not sure of
Because of you

I don’t like what I see
And I grieve the old me
Before you came along

Innocence is gone
And I can never get that back again
But I can develop self-confidence

All things must come to an end

Time to let go of the old -
The old me, the old you
The only way that we knew

forest paths of change

Oh pain is this!
What gain in this?
Some lesson?
I'm confessing ignorance.
Blindness is bliss.
Let me hide my head in the sand
until I can not
then I can.

The rain washes away these footprints
My tears wash away the time I spend trudging upon yesterday
I overturned every stone to collect what’s underneath
But all I collected was more dirt under my feet
And I stop and look back to where I was
But there are no footprints, only mud