Three Words

There are 100 ways to say “I love you,”

I said each one of them to you

Except for those three words

Never knowing if they would heal

Or if they would ultimately harm.

Funny how we say anything

But what we truly want to say,

Because there are certain words

That are etched in stone when spoken

With the power to encourage a heart

To either illuminate and glow

Or close off forever.


It feels like floating underwater

Muffled noise, carried by the current

Heaviness pulling downward like an anchor

While the hollowness keeps us afloat

Feeling nothing and everything at once

And only occasionally coming up for air.

It’s those gasping breaths of oxygen that sting

Reminders that there is still life left to live

That we are feeling, sensitive beings

Swept beneath the current of the unexpected

Tossed by what we cannot control

Cold, afraid, lonely, confused, hopeless,

We break through the surface with a breath

Hoping it is for the very last time

Before we finally reach the shore.

Drawn Back

I am always glancing behind

Like an impulse, like a safety check.

Do I have the strength to keep moving?

Am I prepared to let go?

Making sure my intuition reinforces

What my mindless autopilot already knows,

That whenever I attempt to lunge forward

I am consistently propelled back

As if flung by an invisible barrier

As if magnetized back on track,

To my soul’s safest landing place

Where the hidden aches are finally seen

In the cobwebbed halls where healing occurred

Drawn to that space between reality and dream.

The Reality of the Stars

There are moments when we are transfixed

Pulled into a memory as if stolen from the present

The way we feel when we gaze up at an evening star

Mesmerized, awed, momentarily hopeful, and then…

Fettered back down to the heaviness of the present

Where the air is weighted, where life has broken our spirits

And that star, once so hopeful, seems chillingly far away

Wistfully shining, mockingly out of reach.

Lost & Found

Lost is where we we eventually find ourselves

Not from our external, but from our internal compass

When the noise of opinion and expectation silences

And the distraction of responsibilities no longer pulls,

Is when we begin to listen to what we need, what we know

Discovering the inner map leading to our breakthroughs.

Lost can be the catalyst for essential questions

Who am I? What is important? Where should I go?

When we realize that no one else can give the answers

That only exist within the corners of our souls.

Who are we listening to when we must decide the next step?

What are we allowing ourselves to be motivated by?

Where do we go when we are downtrodden and confused?

When do we know when our heart and mind align?

The In-Between

In the reflection of light off of the fallen snow

In the spaces between the stars that glimmer in the dark

In-between breaths, in the pause before an exhale

Is where I seek for deeper, underlying meaning.

In each sunset sigh of both awe and despair

When I feel both inspired and terrified by my existence

As my feet walk forward but my heart draws me back

I find the willpower to both disintegrate and accept.

In those precarious hours of sleeplessness

When the world is quiet but the mind is restless and loud,

I allow myself to open the vaults of hidden suffering

Trusting in the space in-between mind and soul.

New Years Wish

May your heavily burdened shoulders be lifted

May your tears fall freely with those you love

May what is hidden be unearthed with clarity

May you be guided by a purpose from above

May your lonely heart begin to find healing

May the road ahead unfold softly as you go

May you see the magnificence in you that I see

May you trust in what your soul already knows.

Walls Closing

I feel the walls closing in around the soft places of my heart

Unwittingly, without permission, as if by unconscious command

Whether to protect or to derail, I know not, dear soul,

Only that the corners of my mind still connected to hope are fading

And I am powerless to this unwanted fate.

Maybe it is better, in the end, to feel the gradual numbness grow

Than to succumb to a pain unlike any I have known

The sharp void of of knowing the truth, the inescapable truth,

Of my own flaws and losses combined into one perfect storm.

Eventually, healing will catch up to the fragmented heart pieces

Generating a battle-worn version, a guarded hologram of me,

Finding myself again in the hidden maze of life

Still soft, still loving, but never again the same.


In your eyes there is a glimmer of sadness

And I will not pry, dear soul, I will not dig,

Knowing, as you know, that we must keep hidden

The desolate melodies of our human experience

When younger hearts depend upon our strength.

When the last lamps have faded into dark,

When silence swallows up the words you wish to say,

Is where I’ll meet you, dear soul, in the oblivion

As a quiet presence there with you until day.


The world outside is covered in a landscape of snow

Hauntingly beautiful, callously cold,

As if following the trajectory of my old, listless soul

Winter winds whispering songs that only I know.

There is melancholy in this season of frost

Where we wander through the bitterness, aimlessly lost

Like travelers seeking bridges we have already crossed

Reliving our pasts while knowing the cost.

There is darkness on the starless, winter road

Our eyes ever-searching for the gleam of an abode

Where our hearts may be lifted, our souls warmed

And finally we can feel again the welcome of home.