Go No Where

Please don't leave.
I know I haven't told you-
I know I should have. 
I need you. 
I need your whisper, 
I need you to tell me everything's alright.
I want you in reverse, but you're moving forward. 
I know I can't fix you, 
But I can try. 
I can see your shadow,
It mimics your steps.
Just don't leave.
Just turn around.

She Was Beautiful

She was old and frail,
But she was beautiful.
Maybe it was her deep green eyes,
Or maybe it was that crooked smile she put out so often.
I think it was the way she laughed at everything-
Because she didn't have much to laugh at.
It was the way she flipped her hair to the side
Because it was always in her face.
She had elegance,
The kind you only find in humbleness.
Maybe it was the wise words her rose bud lips spoke;
Or the stains on her shirt,
But she had beauty.
I think I saw it in her bruises,
I think I got a glimpse in her scars.
She would never tell you-
And I'm afraid no one will see her the way I do,
But she's so beautiful.

Who I Am

I am a puzzle-
A concoction of many different elements.
None that of which I possessed or asked for, but happened.
The trials, the tribulations;
They build, not destroy.
I swim with the current, not against it.
I let the wind take me along-
I let life run it's course.
To fight against it is tiring and insatiable.
I let it bring me to my knees,
I let it knock me down
That way,
I can reach out for that warm grip of protection.
That hand that I know will save me.

Pleased To Meet You

It's something about the smell of the wind,
The leaves aren't blown, they dance. 
It's the way the moon makes itself known,
In a selfless, courteous way. 
I don't know you, we've never met. 
But when I hear your voice- 
I can feel you here.
It's the way you break a crisp silence. 
You're so pure.
Like a porcelain doll with white lace.
It's the way you carry yourself,
The way you tell me everything's going to be alright, 
Without saying anything at all.
I'm pleased to meet you.

Release

Fear is emanate from belief. 
We fear what we know to be true-
But what if what we know, isn't really the truth at all? 
What do you fear? Or, what do you believe?
You're afraid of the dark-
You're afraid of what you can't see.
You're afraid of heights-
You're afraid that you will fall.
You're afraid to love-
You're afraid you won't be loved back.
What causes these fears that restrain us?
Locating that pinpoint of fear, could also release you from it.
Change your belief, change the pattern of your life.
You believe the dark is innocent.
You know nothing is in it.
In that belief, fear is no longer emanate. 

Wanderer

My fears are hidden in the blackness of the night.
My bare feet stand on this cold, damp ground.
I wander aimlessly, keeping sight on what I cannot see.
I have no where to go, so I have no way to get lost.
You call out my name, but I am unresponsive.
I cover my traces.
I should not- cannot, be followed.
My breathing is heavy, my throat is dry.
My cold fingers are clamped in shame.
Don't come after me, don't justify my loss.
Don't save me from myself-
Just save yourself.
Don't wander in the dark, you're smarter than that.
But I have no where to go, so I have no way to get lost.

Across The Jordan

Across the Jordan, it waits for you.
They'll never come back, you know.
You keep wishing, but they're never coming back.
Step to the side, take a breath. Look.
Just look across the Jordan.
The sun beats down on your head of thoughts.
There's no way out, no way to get around.
Go across the Jordan.
Have hope for a better tomorrow- have confidence.
Count your steps, for it will only take a few.
The loss will no longer bare weight on your achy back.
Across the Jordan, it waits for you.
A better tomorrow waits for you.