Heaven’s Time

Chest constricts

expands

ripping my broken

heart.

I can only imagine

your suffering.

Rushed breaths

fill the quiet.

Your body bounces

with the struggle.

Your ribs rise and fall

like a dying empire.

Your heart races

against a clock

wound against you.

Your brothers wait

for you in a pain free

Heaven

and I’ll see you there

in

time.

Despite The Fear And Hate

{Below awaits my attempt at the Quatern style poem. Hope you enjoy!)

 

Stand tall despite the fear and hate

And drop their sharp blades from your hands

Pick up the pen, and write again

Fill the pages with scrolling lines

 

Work with the light of day and night

Stand tall despite the fear and hate

Quiet the doubts swirling inside

Break free the bars that cage your might

 

Your tale needs telling, use your voice

Others will listen, given the choice

Stand tall despite the fear and hate

Use it to fuel your writing craze

 

It is a daunting task you’ve set

One many will never have met

Success awaits the effort, and

Stand tall despite the fear and hate

True Promises

I’m wondering

If you can save me from myself

Because I’m drowning

And the dark Abyss looks so

Tempting.

Will I see in this black pit of despair?

 

The night time air calms me

Lulls me into a state of

Security.

And then I see you

In my mind’s eye.

A Rock

A Safe Place.

 

I fight against the waters

Thick like Spider’s webbing

Around my limbs.

It pulls me down

Heavy, a weight unlike any other.

 

But you’re here, reaching out.

Your hands grip mine

And the water falls away

Safe and playful again.

 

You whisper in my ear

Quiet, and oh so loud

Reminding me of Promises

I made to myself.

 

Without you,

I’d be the wind’s toy,

Tossed amongst the trees

Only to be

Lost.

 

It’s time to find my own feet

And stand firm.

I know you are there for me

As I try to be for you.

 

We’ll catch each other

If we Fall

But for now

We stand in day’s light

Far from our Shadows.

Solitude

Quiet echoes off barren walls
Darkness fills the mind
And yet
In silent contemplation
Its emptiness is comforting.
 
Day after day
Week after Week
Locked in her room
She stays
Tempted to shed this second skin.
 
Instead
She holds herself tightly
The beating of her heart
Fills her conscious
And she falls in to the abyss
of her own making.
 
A key in the lock
A click
The door opens
Light shines through
And there…
 
The one person welcome
To shatter her world
And bring her into his.