First trip

First trip to real

to realize there’s no end to this life of reason

First trip to a space

a place of unordinary.

Displacement

Noise

Push to new future.

Focussssss…mind creeping to

Dont’ let it in.

She’s not there

She’s not coming back

Waiting

Waiting for her

as she waited for you.

Missed chances

Slow advances

Too slow to catch before the break in fall

“I’m not coming back.

I must find me.

I find me and find

I find the love I need to be

the you

the you I never knew.

I never knew

I never knew the you needed for growth of us.

What you choose to lose

is the me you thought you knew.

This pain comes from emotion.

It’s emotion

guiding choice to loss

I choose to lose

the place I know

I knew the you with me

I can’t see

I must find me

I find me and find

I find the love I need to be

the you

the you I never knew.

Definition

She woke to the damp sweats of her body on sheets

The heat wasn’t too much for her but the confusion made her uneasy with dread

“Why?” She said aloud, turning her head to no one.

No one was there

She never wanted to be alone, or have the success of her life be defined by another.

She’d have to find her own, her own definition of success.

Making her choice always seemed to be the wrong one. The repetitive mistakes were making her tired to her core and giving up was becoming the only option

She felt

So every morning as time clicked the alarm clock to ring, her eyes were open.

Open to the new idea of changing the mistakes she made yesterday.

Portrait

“Inspired by tragedy
Woven tapestries
Painted pained pictures
Scriptures
marking the lives we lead
Never showing light
of days gone by
Ill fated chances
taken only to wound
the remains of the heart”

“I must find
new colors
to capture the moments..”
Moments of every beat
Picking pieces to mend
with reds blues yellows
and greens