Who is this?
I don’t recognize her words
The way she felt is foreign and strange
Who was I?
I don’t recall these writings
Nor the feelings exchanged
Sort of like staring at an empty frame.
~A
Foreign
Addicted
Intoxicating.
Breathtakingly smooth
Like whiskey with no burn.
Not a drug in the world could grip me like you do
Fully addicted, with no want to return
Itching to curb the craving.
~A
You
I wished for you.
On every star in the sky
On every dandelion seed I let fly
On every birthday candle’s light
I wished… for you.
~A
Nudge
Sat in darkness in a puddle of blood
A brightness appeared, a simple nudge.
A deep breath in, the light drew near
What once held fear
Now a canvas of stars
A whisper on the wind to trees from afar
A steady pace grew
And then I met you – under a beautiful full sun.
It was you.
~A
Home
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?
Ink & Embers 