Sunset
Faceless. Fearless.
Pottery. That is all.
Mind Versus Love
He’s just a boy
He will never know
His love for me is not comparable
I care too much
What is this?
Is what we have truly love at all?
A one sided shape lacking closure, wholeness
I know what I have is love.
For that, I am certain
His questionable actions
Make me wonder
Yet, I feel I underestimate his efforts
Ignore his constant reassurances
My mind fabricates lies -
I don’t deserve him.
I am no good.
He doesn’t care.
He fights this trap
I am in so deep
But, I am also deep in love.
My home is found in a cozy acorn.
Hiding behind a single strand
A Cry Out
She implores you with outstretched arms
to cure her shakes, her worries, and her woes.
Withdrawn from your presence,
her body convulses in release.
Bereaved of her once youthful desires
Worldly expressions subdue that which remains.
There is no ideal, no true cure.
A broken dream -
Once colorful and full of promising innocence,
Interrupted by an alluring snare.
Entrapped, she calls out for you
Begging for escape
Yet, you turn away in dismay.
The very proof that love is immortal
The sun is shining, shining down.
