lllusions

Yet another old poem:

These tears are not my own 
They can never, must never be 
This chapter must end 
A new one begin 
But goodbye is even harder 
When it's never said 
An open book with empty pages 
In my other hand a faded photo 
The years ago, the years ahead 
Twistedly flow together 
In this present reality 
So untrue to life itself 
The myth of family ends 
Here 
With a goodbye to last 
Forever 

Amber

Another old poem I wrote years ago:

Death to this end 

Your spirit ashames my own 
a strength shines within 
a gentleness of heart that encourages a multitude 

And my soul is shattered
 By the rain of tears 
My words too empty 
My gestures too bleak 
To shine upon your shadow. 

As this amber heart bleeds I hand you over 

An old poem

This is a poem I wrote in 2012:

You left me in this restless sleep to drown in the darkness

So I stuff my dreams into a shoebox I hide under my bed

And tape it shut, again and again so they can’t escape and haunt me

I have nothing left

I am broken, crushed, the shattered pieces lying at your feet

The questions chasing ‘round and ‘round in my head

You promised me the world

But You left me, bleeding, for dead

A poem for him

Ensconced in glass
my fragile heart awaits
under lock and key.

Fortified walls built
and moats dug
to keep it from shattering again.

Too many times
has it been patched;
pasted clumsily together.

So subtly,
so unceremoniously
you breached my defenses.

The key is yours to take
If only you would ask.

But I am stifled,

paralysed by fear;
silent in the castle I built.