Safe Space

I can’t. I can’t touch you. If I touch you, I’ll want to hold you. And if I hold you, I’ll never want to let you go. I can’t let you go. I can’t.

Watching

It’s not the outside world I fear most; it’s the inside one, the one so near that disturbs me. Everything burns. The heart. The soul. The thoughts that can find no solace in a world drenched with blood and flame and not a cloud in the sky to rain down purifying waters so desperately needed.…

Balance

Can you control your emotion? Do you not fear yours? It’s not loving you I would fear, it’s losing you. Fear leads to anger. Let us hope we do not go that far. If we are to truly let go, truly love, let us hope we do.

Morning Heart

Of all that I have broken, I have never broken a heart, and for that, I am grateful. But I have never had a broken heart. For that, I mourn.

There And Here (Beyond)

What do I feel? I don’t know. What does that mean? Is love not there? Is love not here? And in the absence of love, what fills me, if anything fills me at all? God is love, so where is God? Where is meaning? Is faith not there? Is faith not here? And in the…

Recession

I’d cry if I could be sad, shout if I could be mad, expect something different if different wasn’t always the same. I’d sing a tearful song, hold a note just as long as I can hold a smile that means nothing to me or you. When the day comes ‘round light is no longer…

Observing The Same Cratered Moon

I see in the mirror a bizarre broken half, bizarrely split in smooth, silk glass We reflect a touch yet deflect the spell wishing to break us from our personal Hell For if Heaven sent a beauty to be in mind and spirit to set us free We should rejoice, welcome chance, live for the…

Seek

Home may be where the heart is, but I have yet to find my heart. And so I wander on and on in a frozen circle, not desiring fame or wealth or the one-night stand of any particular night with a beauty broken enough to want to submit to me – I speak, of course,…

The Autumn They Share

The autumn leaf never fell for the wind, for it falls every day. Life has hardened it crisp and coarse and easy to crumble, but the wind sweeps it off its base to carry it away as autumn wind cradles the fragile leaf to together tumble, whole, without care, entwined in their fate, kissing the…

31-Day Poem: Day Nineteen

For What Isn’t Possible Occurs Not I convince myself I’m better off without her. I convince myself I don’t want anyone. I convince myself I like being alone. But the desire for companionship still lies underneath the layers, merging black and white to gray. What else can I not convince myself of today? How else?…