Once upon a time, I fell in love with Potential. I didn’t see it coming, walking in my barely there way, weary from losing my mother and best friend too soon. After seventeen years of singleness I was starting to feel like my opportunity for marriage was fading. I’d already soul crushingly talked myself out…
To the next person who tells me “change would be good for you.” Let me tell you a story. Change. We are all shifting and moving simultaneously day to day; transitioning from one action or idea to another. It’s inevitable. It’s a part of life. I get it and need that as we all do….
You came to me as though you were on a mission. A determination in your posture told me you were needing me, as you urgently stepped up and leaned against my red metal haul; your thoughts racing to and fro. I could tell you had a lot of pain since we last met. Even now,…
My mother would often tell me I put the cart before the horse. She was right. I would think or step too far ahead than where I actually was; in the waiting. The yearning for hopes and desires can be like a desert without rain when deferred days, months, or even years without an answer…
Who gave you the right to captivate & steel what was guarded? A precious jewel of High Court quality, saintly, worth more than rubies and gold. To whom are you to nestle me in textures, leaving me to lay in wait, while you are lost amongst the crowd of summer.
No nothin’, nothin’ at all shall break me harder than this fall not the bed of leaves layin below not the sound of your voice saying hello not the age of our longest day nor my heart when you walk away No nothin’, nothin’ at all
You broke me silently touching, but never present piece by p i e c e wanting, but never following through my heart saying, yet never doing crum bl e d
There are stories that need to be told but these silent lips do not wish to speak There are eyes waiting to decipher but these lids remain closed I am here yet I am not here Lost amongst thoughts that continuously inhabit places that leave me numb
sounds of shrill laughter crackle my eardrums til I can no longer hear the clarity of conversation. I grimace my face my jaw aligns to grit my teeth. While waiting for small silences; reprieves, really, I debate with myself to stay and endure such monotonous pain growing in grace or move on.
It takes just one moment with you for me to grin my unmoored heart to flutter butterflies to dance. Just One.
If only for a little while I could return to my own mind between memory and you, deep in the heart of Christ where once I was found, I might find balance instead emotions that fill my head with doubt and wandering avid hypotheticals.
An oversight can thrill, it can bite it can bid you adieu on a good night. It can be full of laughter, it can be full of tears emotional stress and aging years. It can be a number or letter misplaced or two followed by an oops or sorry seem to only do.