Towards the light

The light is shining.
So bright that I squint my eyes.
My heart tells me to follow the light, and leave the dark behind.
I walk through the gates, behind me a graveyard shadowed black.
Toward the light, my destiny, not ever looking back.
The cold has left my skin, the fear of death has gone.
For I'm alive again, I've found my friend, these feelings are so strong.
I cannot ignore the warmth, flooding to my cheeks.
I cannot ignore the voice, and the messages that it speaks.
I cannot ignore the love, the song of my soul.
I cannot ignore our story, our relationship, my gold.
The light is shining.
So bright that I squint my eyes.
My heart tells me to follow the light, and leave the dark behind.

Need to....

Need to move on
Need to forgive
Need to move forward
Need to live
Need to let things go
Need to let it be
Need to be free
Need to just be me
Need to survive
Need to breathe
Need to feel alive
Need to grieve
Need to love
Need to grow
Need to laugh
Need to know

How to ask for help

Not the write way..... Not the right way

'Everything that I write, a hesitation stalls.
Try to edit what I have written and the ideas quickly dissolve.
The errors seem to surface right before my eyes.
Why do I do this to myself? Why do I criticize?'

Passion

Passion burns within my soul.
An urge. A drive. An energy that bubbles over.
Intense emotions arise from the depths, bringing up with it a feeling of sorrow.
A moment of doubt. I realize that my strongest passion is also my biggest insecurity.

The Poet

There was a poet, who didn't know it,
with a passion that burned inside.
Once word was out, there was talk about,
a poem in which the poet had lied.

Dead silence. Heart pounding fear.
The words had lost their flow.
The dream vanished to a distant memory.
The poetry died long ago.

Hate. Anger. Humiliation.
No longer could the poet hide.
For the open wounds needed healing,
that only poetry could provide.

Forgive. Don't live in shame,
don't let your spirit die.
For when you are gone, your words will live on,
and help another soul come alive.

Strings of my heart

The strings of my heart have been pulled, and once again have come alive.
Stronger than I have ever felt before, leaving me only wanting more.
The wait was worth the wait.
The journey was worth the time.
The struggle against the wind, the force was so unkind.

Our paths have crossed again, I have been given a second chance.
I do not let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
As the memory is still fresh. The memory still lingers,
the first time I saw you.
The first time I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.
The first time I let you go, to find you again after all these years.

Our future lies before us, together as a family.
The wait was worth the wait.
The journey was worth the time.
Looking back at the obstacles and the mountain I just climbed.
Surrendering to you my heart, I fall to my knees and cry.
For the strings in my have been pulled and once again have come alive.