Time is running out,
the heart is giving up.
What was once loved
will be left behind -
a new journey is about to begin
into the unknown.

You are the Sun
keep shining bright
for all those who
seek your light.

Be their guide,
light up their path.

I was merely a shadow of you
to disappear in the darkness
yet always a part of you
waiting behind the horizon
to hold your hand
when it will be your time to set.

Everyone said:
"Time heals all wounds"
Why then non of my wounds
ever healed?
The truth is-
time cannot stitch
the wounds
that are cut so deep.
It only covers them
with a layer of dust
till the next storm arrives
and carries away the dust
leaving the wounds exposed
to bleed again.

While sitting alone
under the shade of a tree
lost in the pages of my favorite book
an unexpected guest visited me-
a beautiful blue butterfly.
It sat on the tip of my left thumb, momentarily
then flew away
leaving me a moment of joy
a joy that still surrounds -
makes me smile.

poetry is the quiddity of me
it is so intertwined with my soul
that it is woven into my heart
I could never abandon this
it is my other half
it is me
words flow from my mind
and onto paper or a screen
it is part of me
poetry is the quiddity of me

How do I fix,
what I broke?
How do I make it right
all that went wrong?
How do I make it up to you
for all that I messed up?

If only I could
turn back time,
change everything back
exactly as it was,  
give you back
your peace and quiet-
the peace
you so rightly deserve.

When happy,
she heals
with her beauty.

When angry,
she kills
with her fury.