I loved the quiet, most days.
It would wrap around me, soft and moist
rich with imagined dreams
as I searched, hoping
to find my prince, my future.
Or it would console me
as I cried hot painful tears
of longing and forbidden love.
The quiet was my only friend, some days.
But what was is no longer what is,
and I’m glad to see the quiet
limp away from my doorway, to find
another soul who needs a friend.
It’s hard to push someone away,
unless they want to go.
The ones who love will fight to stay.
I guess that’s how you know.
Will they still love when you are wrong?
When you need extra care?
Or will they run, too weak to help,
too frightened and too scared?
The tears, the yells, and the attacks
are hard for one to take.
To hold back, and not react
shows true strength, never fake.
You’ll always know I love you true.
I’ll never flee away from you.
a goal, just
out of reach, but
if I can
just chase it
to catch flight
but then, I looked
down into my hands
and saw, surprise,
I already had it,
I was chasing
So what do
you already had
wanted to be.
I’ve waited so long for flowers.
No one brought them to me before, no one
thought the gift of fragrant flowers would
bring a life filled with bounty, with love.
And all I said to you, once, was, it would be nice
and you buried me in blooms, roses, gerberas,
sunflowers, lisianthus. Our garden, blossoming.