Broken Yet Whole

And so

I learned to breath myself in

To tread lightly around the melancholy meadows that surround my heart

For there are flowers in that sad, sweet meadow

Flowers and broken things

But mostly flowers

I learned to care for myself

To speak kindly and with understanding

For who could know I better than I

And along my journey within my mind

I found a little girl with out stretched arms

Begging to be held

So I took this pale child and I held her close

Rocked her as she sobbed

And as her tears flowed I found my own checks wet

She had been hiding within the darkness of my mind

She had made herself small

Spoke so quietly, trying to vanish

She almost did

So I yanked her out

Into the light

Where I held her tight

And vowed to never forget her

For though my thorns may cut you

My flowers are sweet to the smell

And though my walls will deter you

I leave a rope for you to climb

The mark of the wounded healer

Broken yet whole

Burdened yet free

Open yet closed

Black yet white

I see myself

Just as I see you

Perhaps maybe one day you can see too

A letter to myself

To the girl I used to be

I’m sorry

That I could not see

That you would become me

That it was possible to gaze at the old oak tree

And feel free

I’m sorry

You did it alone

If I only would have known

Oh, how much I have grown

But what you faced was unknown

You did so well

Yes, I know we almost fell

There is no need to dwell

But I can still hear the way you used to yell

As you walked through hell

Lashing out to rebel

Now it seems we are parallel

And so I must say farewell

I will always hold you in my heart

As we should have held ourselves from the start

Maybe we needed to fall apart

But now it is time to restart

With lessons we can now impart

For every walk through life is a work of art

A work of art

What more can I say?

Never understanding are they

Perhaps they have forgotten they are made of clay

No I am not being cliché

Is there any way for me to convey

The contents of my heart?

Has been this way from the start

A colorful soul, a work of art

Yet eternally torn apart

Too smart

To be blind

To all those who are unkind

Reaching for solace within her presence of mind

Always left behind

Or too far ahead

Look into her eyes and see the dread

Undoubtedly she shall be misread

Perhaps you should have asked instead

Why do you weep?

What are you hiding in the deep?

Do you dream of lifetimes in your sleep?

The demons do they creep?

How do you fight them?

With kindness or hate?

What is it you desire for you fate?

This reality bares like a weight

Others they wish only to sedate

Instead I shall wait

And ride this wave until I reach the gate

Nothing wrong with being late

Between the sheets

Closed eyes

Muted tongues

Soft morning grumbles

An outstretched hand

A warm embrace

Gentle mornings tease

Skin to skin

From worlds apart

Returning in unity

Soft suns glow

Snoozed alarms

Reluctant to return to sanity

Forehead to forehead

A deep souls gaze

Tranquility between the sheets

Loves Blossoms

Like countless spring storms

I shall water you

I shall pluck the weeds

That threaten your roots

And ensure that the suns rays

Always find their way to you

Even on the cloudy days

And as you grow so shall I

Alongside you

As I water you, so you water I

Our roots entangling

Until there is no beginning nor end

Just blossoms upon sweet blossoms

Of multicolored flowers

That no bee could resist

For they were foraged

From the sweet nectar of our love

Gardens

You’ve got to

Water your own heart

And tend to it’s gardens

While you whisper sweet nothings

To the soft petals that grow

You’ve got to

Shield it from the storms

And shield it from the snow

Warm any frost that may cling below

Relish in its beauty

As you run across it’s fields

No matter what darkness appears

You are the keeper

It shall be what you choose

Water the the weeds and they are sure to grow

But pluck them dry and they are sure to die

So keep that garden and cherish it dear

For one day perhaps you shall walk without fear

A Mothers Lessons

Mothers lessons

Bound to me

Mothers lessons

Set me free

Be independent

Be most sincere

But whatever you do

Let no one near

Show no emotion

Show them no fear

Always be resilient

Never shed a tear

Don’t trust what they say

Don’t listen to their lies

They’ll abandon you shortly

After they get their prize

Mother o’ mother

A lesson you couldn’t teach

How to bear my heart upon my sleeve

How to stay open

How to stay kind

How to shed tears

Time after time

How to be trusting

How to be hopeful

Mother O’ mother

O’ how do you feel

Aren’t you longing

How do you deal

We are not made of steal

Our hearts are the same

So reach out to mine

It longs for you touch

After all this time

Don’t turn away

Don’t go and hide

I’m here right beside you

Why won’t you stand alongside?

 

Heart of Gold

I’ve got a friend

Whose heart is of pure gold

Her soul

Forged from a kindness

That could make you weep

If you’d ask

She’d rip out that golden heart

And present it to you

With an upturned smile

Blood dripping down her chest

As a single crystal tear falls

Existence

So brief

Is my existence

A flickering flame

One breath away from extinction

Yet how eternal is my soul

Depth that stretches beyond lifetimes

Bound within this fragile flesh

 Infinite beings

Bound by time

Laughing and crying

Endlessly reaching for more

All the while running faster and faster

On a one way ticket to oblivion

Yet there amidst the chaos

Is your love

Solid and playful

Timeless and true

Your existence

Just as fragile

And infinitely vast

Happened to bump into mine

And now I am left daydreaming

Of an after-existence

With you

Sharing The Bed

Most days

It is not the sun

That wakes me

But your sweet kisses

Upon my flesh

Gently teasing

Pulling on my tether

Back to reality

I awoke this morning

Not to your lips

But to your absence

Not in the flesh

For your body was beside me

Yet you were gone

Away in some land of dreams

So I took you in

Your tousled black hair

The peace upon your face

The gentle rising of your breath

And I wondered how you could bare

To pluck me from such tranquility

Day after day

Rustling in your sleep

I saw you awake

And upon seeing my face

I saw a flash of joy

It was then I realized why

You wake me