Who Were You?

 

You were a stain

On my otherwise clean record.

 

You were an emergency exit

during midlifes turbulent ride.

 

You were an object of distraction

a temptation kept just out of reach.

 

You were a mirage of hope

in a desert of hopelessness.

 

You were motivation to live

and chase after desire.

 

You were the Apple

in my Garden of Eden.

 

You were a part of me

kept secretly in the shadows.

 

Now you are a memory

cast in stone around my heart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love shares a cell with pain

Acceptance holds the key

The Broken Yellow Line

 

No longer content

to stay on the right side of the road.

 

 The voice of recklessness

overrode the voice of reason.

 

 The broken yellow line in the middle of the road

became my opportunity to pass

and ride in the fast lane.

 

 The feeling of imprudence was exhilarating

as my engine roared to life.

 

 Inevitably, along the road I picked up to passengers.

Doubt and Guilt.

 

Backseat drivers to be sure.

 

 All too soon the road curved,

and the broken line became solid again.

 

 

Forced back into the safe lane,

I continued my journey there in silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Possession

With seemingly little effort,

the rope sails through the air

and tightly encircles my neck.

The rough texture of the cord

chafes the delicate area of my skin.

 The restriction feels both familiar

and oddly comforting 

as the desire for escape

eludes me.

Secure in his possession once again,

he smiles assuredly to

himself as he turns and walks away.

Fade to Black

The darkness was creeping in.

You were a star in my night sky.

In an attempt to stave off my darkness,

I clung to the promise of your more youthful glow.

 

Over and over I sought to draw nearer to you,

only to be burned again and again.

 

Time and experience has brought with it
a sense of inevitability and reluctant acceptance.

 

I must spark my own match.
I must seek that light from within myself.

 

As you fade to black…………

 

 

 

 

                                                            

Bad Move/Broken Wing

                                                                      

The pain is excruciating

Each breath a painful reminder

Should have known better

Overstretched my reach

Hyper extending toward you

Should have known better

No warm up, no stretching

Just stubborn will

Should have known better

Took it to the edge

Felt the rip

Should have known better

Now the pain

A constant reminder

I did know better…..I just didn’t care