Monthly Archives: July 2017

Future

I can feel the tug at the center of me

Calling me out into

tomorrow,

Overseas

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endings

they are sad. they are also new. people think about the brokenness of endings, the loss of potential. but endings are as new as presents on Christmas day. they are unseen, unheard, unknown. they are new to me and to you and new to everyone who experiences them. and an ending allows you to breathe and start fresh. it lets you let go of past mistakes while holding on to past joys, past successes. it lets you live and let live. endings are new so that beginnings can be steady. endings are the foundation of the next step. they are the fear and terror of night with all the promise of beauty at the sunrise. they are necessary. and utterly remarkable. and so terribly new.

please don’t turn away

THERE IS A PAIN WITHIN ME THAT I CANNOT CURE THE WORLD
AND A TAUNTING, HAUNTING LAUGHTER FROM THE DARK WHERE PEOPLE HURT
I CANNOT FIX THE BROKEN, I CANNOT STEM THE FLOW
I CANNOT HALT THE BLEEDING OF THE HEARTS who have LET GO.

EACH NIGHTDARK WHISPERS HATING-THINGS THAT SIBILIANTLY SPREAD THEIR WINGS
COASTING IN ON WICKED THOUGHTS WHICH ARE ALL DISGUISED AS HARMLESS DROPS 
OF RAIN AND WIND THAT SWEEP THE SHORES
OF EVERY HEART BOUND TO IGNORE
ITS WORTH.

i love you, let me help you feel
more
than
hurt