I am a happy girl. 

Time has changed things, and I am finding peace in the smallest of moments.
I never knew life could be like this, is this what others feel? This warmth that washes over you, it spreads like a blanket being put  on you in the night. When you fell asleep in the cold and someone wants to see you safe again. I take a look at my life and the broken pieces that I have left behind me, they are jagged and cruel and yet. Somehow they are softened by the sweet harmony of time.

And I feel good, like things can and will come together and fit, that I won't always be this aimless
and lost bird. Traveling from space to space to catch the sun, because my feathers still need some drying. I can't quite get warm enough and when I do it's too hot, isn't that something else? One of those dilemmas that I hope sort themselves out, in the end. But here we are and it is just the beginning and I know we'll be okay, cause I have you, and for the first time in a long time I feel good.





Pain comes at me like a dagger in the night to my back in a wound left open for more, but I can swiftly move away and begin the finally start healing. The bad things that have haunted me are decaying and fading away. They will become new and maybe not so harmful this time, they'll have another chance to try again and be good.






The wholesome smile that is warming my cheeks is something I haven't been able to cherish, it's slipped between my fingers like a long blade falling just in between my memories. But yet, time it changes everything.


It changes it in ways that are irrevocable and timeless, because this kinda of pain was so deep
it went and altered my entire being.
But with those alterations came difference to the things that would change me again.

For, when you mix two colors together they are altered, different and so the next time you
change them it ill not have been as if they were singular again. All the changes from the first will be gatherings from the entire beginning and through.



So what we become whether the same or very, very different than the being we began as.
Well it all depends on time.

And where it'll bring us to finish off the last precious moments of everything we have ever known and everything we ever thought we would. Our dreams and the reality of where we do in fact find ourselves can be so very opposite. But does it make it bad? Sometimes I look at things and wish I knew, knew what I could have done. Because I think "what if I had taken the time? Put it here instead of there?... So many places I could be"

Promises

I heard your voice from a distance and I only felt an inkling of resistance. To the sound of a ghost who occupies my mind.

The waves of you and I flow as a frequency, a steady light I twirl
in the hope of returning.

Depletion.

I feel a draught running over the hard edges of my parched tongue
longing for the essence of who you are.

You are a lighthouse.

Jesus Christ.

You are soft and gentle

                                                           Like the breeze from an ocean.

You roll over me as a bird skirting

the tops of trees with her body.

You are a wave that crashes upon the land

on high tide.

And I miss you when I see pretty things alone.

Why are you not here with me

                                                to guide me into the unquestionable future?

I look for you as I come across the land

patched with sunshine through the leaves and branches.

                                                     In awe I wish to see you there with me.

But I must jump with my eyes wide open instead of shut.

I must take the leap that I know I can land

without hurting or falling too far.

This is a slow process but one of sweet honeysuckle

and memories that link us together like wild fern growing

                                                           through out the wooded grove.

Oh my sweet, the sun is shining the heat is heavy.

But I can shoulder it for now.

I must learn to pace myself.

Teaching myself lessons that are rewarding.

Sleepless nights go on into the morning

the night fades into to the sun as if it never happened.

And I begin to dis-remember as everything shifts into the light.

The open wounds lay agape on their backs

their hopes unsealed aiming toward the healing sun.

Where are you?

Why don't you come?

A piece of me

You want a piece of me do ya?
You want to take a dig out of my flesh with that caustic remark?

Too bad.

Yeah, I was hurt by it and it threw me for a moment
but I am tired of people looking down on others.

For whatever reason that they choose
whether it be to feel better about themselves
or just they are that hollow.

You won't do it anymore I won't allow you to.



Every chance I have I'll stop you
I'll tear you apart with my very own teeth.
You will be defeated while in my presence
spirit of haughtiness, you are going down.

And the people that are haunted by you will be freed
from your reigns every chance I get.

I will smile and laugh at your defeat
I am no longer fearful of your opinion
I am however ready to cease you.

The ones that are your slaves they won't know what is coming
when I tear you to the floor with grace and fluidity.

I am a queen, a princess, a fearsome creature
a force to be reckoned with.

Beware.