the place

 

road_dreamin my heart
there is a place
that dreams
i hold it there
so tightly
i never waver—
in the times
i feel weak
i cling to it
i cling to the place
where my dreams
still
have life
i inhale,
breathe that place deep
into my lungs
i let it permeate my every pore
swell heavy in my spirit
bring joy into my heavy heart
thump
thump
pulse
pulse
surging
spirit, soul, collide
my dream comes alive once more

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Anew

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I will.
Let the wind
whirl herself,
blow against my cheek—
lift me up and out;
take these
thoughts,
the burdens within,
ease them
ease me,
let the rain wash upon me—
let it trickle down my nose,
drip to my chin
lay soft upon my chest
soak deep inside
and
rinse the stain of heartache
from my soul
let the snow
fall down heavy
cleanse and purify,
lift this soil from my body
no longer will it linger,
this loop of lackluster life
sprout up!
spring forth anew!
a new
me
forgotten of you

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Driven Cold

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She smiled
Actually fall. Fall is best.
The colors, the textures, the cocoa,
Leaves are turned
every beautiful variation of orange,
green, and red.
The crunching of them
below my feet
offers that one moment of
POWER
I’m still driven—
fear of failure
is haunting
I need to get out
far away
wonder what that guy would do?
with the beard and his super eh…
hipster ways
I drove around that block umpteen times;
he sat calmly licking the rim

“Absorbing You”

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I want you to come back
I want you here
How I wish I would have
Spent more time
Spent more of my energy
absorbing you
Your kind heart
That hospital
All those times
The fear, knowing you were there
How I wish you were here
Your smile
That one missing tooth
creating the funny gap
So endearing
Just you, Grannie
Your heart is my heart
You live on inside of me
Every day
I want you here
I know you can’t be
I know you had to go
I know—

Still.
I miss you.
I love you.

“Break Through”

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In the midst of my ache,
my hurt,
my fear,
I watched as many
ran for help—
watched all the souls
hurting too
we were the same;
sometimes
I allow myself
to wallow,
feel sorry for myself,
forget that so many others
have far fewer blessings, and
far more burdens
While I cannot always control my feelings,
I can choose my actions;
I can spend more time
helping those around me;
I can spend more time
focusing on the wonder of life
Many times I have realized
life is all about moments—
Some are exceptional;
they steal our breath away
and we pray they will never end;
sometimes we take a photograph
capturing that perfect moment,
as if to hold on to it forever
Others we pray we make it through;
we literally tell ourselves, “this is a moment;
I just need to get to the next one, and maybe
the pain won’t feast on me in that moment
Maybe my worries will be less,
or my desperation will weaken its grip;
maybe in that next moment,
I will find strength,”
and then, that moment moves by
just like the breeze
never seen, but felt—
the moment moves effortlessly to the next;
you feel it, and all at once,
you find a way to
break through…

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“Let it Go”

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I wish I knew the way
to just let it all go—
Relax.
Believe.
Trust.
Scattered in my brain
Ache in my heart
Help me to be more like You.
Remind me that I have Your Mind
and Your Spirit
Walk with me Lord
Oh, how tired I am
I need You so
I know that You love me,
but I feel like I am failing
I am so scared
Please draw near to me

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“Sort Well”

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A coin-operated laundry shop just opened
nearby—
I think I’ll have a look;
should find a mighty fine
piece there.
worn out, dirt-covered jeans
I watch the suds cover
like frothy ocean waves
gentle hum of drying machines
mingled with anxious whirls;
it’s clean here
I can cleanly launder my things here—
my unmentionables; gasp,
The woman behind the counter shoves a box of soap powder
across the counter to a man in checkered flannel sleeves;
he seems pleased with the quality,
drops the coins into the drawer
Kerchunnk!!!
throws in the soiled garments, his quality soap powder
and
drops the lid
Such ease and without the care
I take
sorting
perfectly folding in the end
corner to corner
must have absolute clean lines—
He steps out for a smoke
I’m folding my panties into perfect squares;
he steps out to the lot and turns to face me
our eyes meet briefly, then
back to my squares
That man with the smoke,
he saw my damn underwear.
Fuck it.
I’ll leave here with my pride in check
and he will have pink boxers.
The ills of improper sorting.

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“Warmth”

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The warm southern breeze lifted
her hair straight to the sky
Her freckled nose cringed
as she let out a satisfying shriek
She could hear the waves crash below
The salt air pervaded and
Stepping nearer the cliff,
she looked down upon the couple
there on the beach;
their bodies tangled together in a mess
of sea and flesh
Love lifted up to her and
she sensed what they had
She longed for that—
to have that moment of
stolen embraces
sand and sweat
warm rays of sun
that wind whirled around her once more
just enough to bring her back;
she looked up to the heavens
and praised Him for this wondrous moment in time

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“You Saved Me”

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Echoes.
Did you hear me?
I spoke under my breath
huffed—
Pretended to be careless
Feigned disinterest
I wanted to try
The first in a long time
Hope
A glimmer, and I knew—
It wasn’t reciprocated.
Stood tall and strong
Statues admired my stone face
I thought,
If I keep this curvature to my upper lip
You’ll think I’m happy
Not dying inside
Not wondering what flaw made you run,
Or are you just not the one for me?
Perhaps you know something of yourself
Something wretched. Unloveable.
So you run.
You save me.
From you.

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“Soar”

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After much wandering,

I stopped briefly and looked up.

I realized I had not done that in quite some time.

The “looking up.”

Instead- I wandered aimlessly, always searching,

and

the search was

fruitless. void. insignificant,

and at times, damaging.

I digress.

In that moment, above it all-

I caught sight of the most beautiful vision

Midflight- a creature spread its wide, strong wings

Beak high in the air, soaring above, below and between

All the while-

Wandering with intention, with fierce and bold courage

“This is me world”- she mused. “Look at my bad ass wings.

I soar high as shit. You can’t touch this.”

I’m never gonna wander without purpose.

Never gonna not stop to look up and look around and see all the beauty that surrounds me,

I’m never not gonna be like this bird. I’m a badass too, and I’m gonna soar bitches.

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