Symphony Falling

The sky is falling like a symphony I can whisper my words into the rain– The ones I have told no one Tumbling out like a soft lament, Grieving the things I could never say Feelings so close but never quite conveyed For fear of losing, for fear of receiving, Held back only by myContinue reading “Symphony Falling”

Hiding

She is a bashful, smiling enigma Courteous to others, harsh on herself With only the slightest trace of melancholy Flickering almost imperceptively Across her face. Only a rare few ever see beyond the pleasantness She gladly defers to others to avoid herself Deflecting questions like a super power She will listen for ages about anythingContinue reading “Hiding”

Do Not Spare My Naive Heart

Do not spare my naive heart from being crushed By the harsher realities of what is and what will be, I have lived long enough in oblivious innocence I have worn the lenses of idealism when I should have seen The truth in all of its abrasive, gritted glory I have closed my ears toContinue reading “Do Not Spare My Naive Heart”

When Love Finds its Way In

When loves finds its way in, it never leaves me My heart is protected by barbed wire and steel A walled-up structure surrounded by neon signs “Keep out,” “No service,” “Private property,” “No trespassing,” And yet, you found a way through, gently and true. I trust in the power of warmth that melts away defensesContinue reading “When Love Finds its Way In”

Falling Together

I am seeing life in sharp, magnified detail The whys and hows in fully focused display And it stings, dear soul, it stings, I am falling together. I am grieving a thousand losses for the first time A pain like no other I have ever felt before, And it hurts, dear soul, it hurts, IContinue reading “Falling Together”

Givers

When we are givers, giving sustains us Providing oxygen through the fractured chambers of our hearts Offering what we need most for ourselves, to others Loving others to better understand how to love ourselves. Could it be an unconscious form of self-deprivation? An act of self-punishment for our own lack? At its root, dear soul,Continue reading “Givers”

Leaning Toward

There is a festering wound in me That I must confront, that I must see But it’s as if my mind is always running To escape the lurking presence of sorrow, As if it were a monster, always prowling, Seeking to disarm my carefully composed resolve To face the unbearable without truly breaking. I don’tContinue reading “Leaning Toward”

The Mind of a Dreamer

The mind of a dreamer never truly anchors down to the ground Two feet on the ground while the soul cartwheels in the clouds Fully aware of objective reason but still absentmindedly idealistic Constantly torn between the brutality of what is and what will be And that melancholy longing for the impossible, the unreachable wishContinue reading “The Mind of a Dreamer”

Meaning

I am an avid seeker of meaning Not in the happenstance of sudden miracles Not in the emotional whirlwind of wishful thinking But in real, tangible elements that make up our purpose, In the light that still shines in shadowy places In the connections between each chapter of life When we begin to understand theContinue reading “Meaning”

Little Grounded Stars

We are just little grounded stars On a spinning globe in an expansive galaxy And our hours here are limited, just a handful of heartbeats To make this life matter. What if we run out of time, dear soul, To breathe in the peaceful, summer evenings when everything is still? What if we have spentContinue reading “Little Grounded Stars”