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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.

The Shore

She couldn’t decide. She couldn’t decide if it was too much. Stopping was not an option, yet the current steadily took her down. Down in her journey ways she could not swim. She chose to float with the current, giving her little momentum, if any at all. Her head going under at times, only to burst through the top to see she made no progress to shore, or had she?
If only. If only she could learn the patient, steady pace of the long stroke. She pauses to take breath, looking around to notice branches, rocks, and smaller streams veering away to knock her off course. In those moments she realized these were not in her way, but there for her to grasp on to, or perhaps float a stream leading down another path, to slow, enjoy the view, giving her time to learn that steady stroke needed to get to shore. At last….

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.

Pages

“Who do people open up to, if not on paper?”

I don’t think there’s anyone in my world

ready to hear my thoughts.

Sometimes..

I want a response that I can’t get from pages.

Shock reaction.

It’s the crazy, I think.

I knew that some would be affected.

I’ve been told my words can be knife like.

I choose my words carefully.

So the knives they feel are intentional.

I’ve been told my words are life like,

Changing.

These are my intentions as well.

I take joy in knowing I have a way with words.

In my mind, anyway..

I’m changing everyone’s life.