At First You See But a Poor Reflection

This skin, a thin veil of armor
Emotions flow like stormy seas
Rushing,
breaking the surface
Til I am but a poor reflection of what I thought I knew

A parched desert rose
Longing for fountains to pour
Searching for an oasis
She aches for clear waters
to see even her ragged reflection would mean life again

Voiceless, a mute lark longs for freedom
Her cries fall on deaf ears
Locked in her cage, her only solace
But the walls will echo the gentle whisper
A reflection of hope and saving grace

Now we see but a poor reflection
Then we shall see
Unveiled
Refreshed
Singing once more

We will be free

We will be free

Diving in...

One step away from the light
cold hands hesitantly reaching out

Fingers exposed now
the warmth of its rays shocks my senses
I retract
Pull in...
Hide in my shell -
this comfortable and predictable place of mine.

I'll take a break...
let the shock and adrenaline subside...
and once again
these hands will pull away from this form
and out towards His.

Slowly.

Breathing in...

and out...

and in again...

til I find the courage to just do it...

to jump in

Let the light like a cool rain

Shock my senses til I'm awake again

Happy Birthday to You

July 17th.
I was reminded of you today.
And then a pang of pain resounded in my heart
The patch ripping open for a chance moment
As I thought of you

Where are you now? I wonder

3 years and counting...
But what does it matter?
You are not who I thought you were
You never were
Could you ever be?

But for today
I wish you well
Good tidings
Health and happiness
from the ones you left behind

Happy Birthday

Over Yonder Hill (A new day awaits)

Slowly, I take in the surroundings.

Breathe in the air.

Breathe out the anxiety



Is it the right thing to do?



In the quiet of sunset,

with the gentle breeze blowing,

the trees wave their farewells.

And I prepare.

My mind

My heart

My hopes

My nerves

For what lies ahead

.

This is the right thing to do.

I'm sure of it

In (my) Haze

i dreamed of you
in my slumber
my heart traced your form
and i ached for you
from the deepest parts of my soul
and it scared me to think
that someone
whomever,
wherever,
whenever you are
could touch me
could reach into me so

you hold the key
to release this dormant love
you alone see the map
of intricate routes to this void
you hold the key
to the door of my life
the traces of your footprints
the path to freedom
mere outlines in the sand
that finally
bring this vagabond home
.