Simple afternoons with you are freeing
Softly, quietly I look up to see two
Squirrels screaming at me
The dichotomy between the serene breeze
And the tiny furry beasts puts a smile on my face
The worries of the world fade into Nothingness
The warm caress of the dying sun
Lifts today's burdens like an old friend with his hand held out
Seeking...Greeting
Lifting...Comforting
Am I the same as you?
We exist in this moment together
But who am I and who are you?
The wall comes crumbling down
I gasp... you turn your rosy cheeks to face me
We see eye to eye but through different lenses
My green to your brown
My chaos to your calm
Two sides of the same coin
And yet when I turn to face the trees
I see through the faded leaves and the bare bones of earthen bark
I see in the extended arms of the oak what I can't always see in myself: Hope
The screaming squirrels have given up
Sometimes I feel the same
The quiet returns
The light is receding
I turn to you once more
I return to the here
I return to us and our small Haven;
In the garden of two now silent Squirrels
All I ever asked was for love
To be loved for who I am
All I ever wanted was to love
To have someone take me by the hand
All I ever wished was to be loved
To give everything that I am
But all I ever really had was none
Sleepless nights. Scared of the dark.
Cry myself to sleep. With an empty broken heart.
I wished I could break free. But I'm broken and on my knees.
Frozen to the core. I dreamt I hurt and bleed.
Believing I was worth it.
But all I ever am was worthless.
I wished I could be right beside you.
Yet I'll always be right there behind you
I pray that I could have someone.
To love for the rest of my years.
Though all my hope has gone.
For my prayers have fallen on deaf ears.
and I'll find my way back and fill every crack
of what I dared to abandon and lack
As I hid under a shadow and erased my name
Because all others thought I was just a game
To take the needles called imperfections out of my heart
and use them as the strength to guide me a better part
Where the papers of my chapter aren't so wrinkled and illegible anymore
and I open my real eyes and to the light, beckoning, a real door
To my surprise, all is shining and ever free
and the clear sparkle of waters bring to reflect the real me
So, then, what brings you, what monster are you, foul mirror?
To sacrifice my time and what I hold ever dearer?
I ask you then, will it be a face, or will it be my words?
Or do my words mean nothing, flocking appeal to idle herds?
Bring to me please, the powerful quality and grace of personality
and let beauty paint my face, beauty associated with the pureness of my mentality
Brave Face
see me now,
Look at my brave face
I can be a charmer
Saying such nice things
Meant to disarm you
See me
I can be a liar
Saying the things
The real me cannot say
See my brave face
So patient and understanding
Hides the real me
I can be so unforgiving
Because I see now
I am not worthy
I am though
I am worthy of forgetting