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

The Dance

We dance the dance of codependence.

Turning, twisting, floating around the

dance floor.

I hold you up, and you let me.

We laugh, we cry, we keep dancing.

On and on the music continues to play

our song.

I am feeling tired, my head is spinning,

I step away and take a break.

I pray for our song to change.

One more dance you plead.  It will be a

different one this time, you say.

We resume our dance.  Turning, twisting,

floating around the dance floor.

Will I ever have the strength to end this?

Hope u think of me.

Hope u miss me.

Hope u hurt over me.

Hope it tears u up a bit.

Hope u feel a void.

Hope u feel a yearning.

Hope u feel regret.

Hope u feel something.

Because I do.

                      ZERO VISIBILITY

It cleared out the same way it came in,

that fog in my head that made me think that I loved you.

While sleeping, it settled into every corner of my mind,

blanketing all logic and reason.

Dense layers settled into the low lying areas of my heart.

The daily drive of living became treacherous

no longer was I confident in my steering.

If only the radio had announced that all roads to my life

were temporarily closed due to zero visibility.

The fog was dense enough to be illuminated by light passing

through gas, making you appear as a radiant beam.

Somewhere in the distance I heard the call of a foghorn.

It was the voice of reason trying to reach me.

In the end, reality played the role of the sun and gradually

burned off the fog.


Visibility returned, and you vanished with it.

For now I will wear my anger like a
heavy, woolen cloak.

Securely wrapped in its' embrace,
protection from the harsh elements.

When the storm passes and it is safe
to remove my cloak,I will lift my face
to the sun and say, " I am over him. "

It’s dead

You killed it

No drama

Just goodbye

  
      My Mind is the chalkboard


Time is the eraser

                                                        
                   
                                                                                                                                                                                
                                     



                             

                                                                              

Can Genie come out and play?

Day and night, Genie is confined to her beautiful bottle. It's cold, smooth exterior belies its strength as both protection and a prison. Inside, an ever present and omniscient voice emerges from everywhere and nowhere. It is a daily visitor.

Insistent, Genie stubbornly plots her freedom. Some days it's not so bad. She relents, sometimes giving way to distractions from outside sources. Other days, she feels trapped and desperate. Suddenly, an opportunity as fleeting as a soft breeze on a still night appears and she sees her chance.

"Go for it!", the voice howls excitedly to her.

She attempts to escape from her beautiful bottle and be free......only to find that in the end fate is heavy handed. Doubt, never far away, casts its shadow on her momentary bravado. Should she try again or quietly succumb to the comfort of her prison all the while knowing that tomorrow she will once again hear the voice whispering, "Can Genie come out and play?"

The Girl Who Longed For Fire

The girl lived in a small, safe town.

On the outskirts of town a fire burned.
She knew better than to get close to the fire.

"Stay away, get back, don't get too close,
 you'll get burned......"her own self warned.

Every once in a while the girl would
willfully walk over to the fire and
put her hand into the flame.

It hurt as expected.

She was still

ALIVE

I Wish...

I wish I could have it all.
I wish I could hold you tight.
I wish I could be with you.
I wish I could make you better.
I wish I could make you mine.
I wish I could trust you.
I wish I could believe in you.
I wish I could depend on you.
I wish I could forget you.

I am Done

I'm Done tryin'
I'm Done cryin'
I'm Done talkin'
I'm Done listenin'
I'm Done callin'
I'm Done waitin'
I'm Done bleedin'
I'm Done breakin'
It was nice knowin' ya, I am Done.