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I’ve touched thousands of hands

Heard thousands more voices

And not a single touch felt like fire in my veins

Nor a single voice, sound like coming home

Until you.

Despair

The feeling of despair

Like swallowing darkness that lingers and pools deep within your body

The kind of pitch black you only find in the far corner of the room,

Wondering what might be staring back

With a weight so heavy you can’t bear it

But impossible to release.

That voice echoing that you are only your flaws

Invisible hands clouding every thought

Until dawn emerges

And the monsters recede

Distance

There will come a day when the aching stops

It won’t leave forever

I’ll still feel it when I can’t see

But at least it won’t be constant and inescapably present

Never

There will never be enough,

Love

Beauty

Laughter.

There will never be enough, to be too much.

A peek

I catch glimpses from time to time

I feel it, some days, rushing towards me with every breath

Sometimes I don’t feel it at all, and I wonder if it left

But just when I feel hopeless and lost

Am I granted a peek at my life I’ve yet to see

A feather

Falling,

A feather descending like stone

Waiting for the embrace of the net to envelope me in its vines,

To hold me captive in its safety.

It never did.

A mirage, a belief that was never true

A trap, like the illusion of water on hot pavement.

As I look around, reaching for anything,

I wonder how much my eyes deceive.

A feather…

So why not fly?

Paradise

Pink clouds at sunset. Taken by Alexandra Griffiths

It was never a matter of “if”

Because the answer to that, is “always”.

The sound enticed me,

The look stole my every glance,

And the touch hooked me.

Reeled in without resistance,

The option of “freedom” was never even a thought.

There is no want, to ever leave a paradise such as this.

Searching

Sunshine through the leaves of an ash tree at sunset. Taken by Alexandra Griffiths

I searched for it like an addict,

In closets and dark corners,

Under beds and in cabinets,

When I should have been looking in comfort,

Like blankets and coffee,

The smell of lilacs and roses,

I should have searched for it in warmth,

Like fire or the sun,

The feel of a soft breeze, rather than squinting through a storm.

I should have been searching for it in laughter,

But I worked myself to the bone, searching for love in a dark hole, where no light would gather.

Waiting

My darling, it’s been lifetimes…

So, even though I lost the memories,

My soul will never forget the feeling.

It may take years, but I will find you in every life I live,

And even through this waiting, I am always yours.