glimpse

The earth does not deny the moisture, soaking up the rain in the dirt.

By morning there are leftovers from the storm-

downed branches, wet pavement, moistened dirt.

Evidence only; the storm itself long gone.

The morning glories bloom; the sunflowers perk up;

the chickens awaken; the dawn chorus begins.

The wet air smells so sweet and the sun begins to shine in earnest.

I’ve been bled dry and soaked in tears flowing furtively from a puncture wound of a word.

Just as easily as you throw your words, others, too gently, place theirs on yours.

Their words cover my wounds and I find rest in their mouth.

I am the cycle of life - choices made, actions taken, we are living NOW. I am happy; I am sad; I am human. I feel the feelings, I sing the songs, I laugh loudly. I am driving fast and safe to my destination, no holding back. The hiding is over.

Do you see me now?

I live. I have not killed myself, nor have I been killed. It is yet to be determined what we should do about this. Rejoice, most likely. In the event you find that inappropriate or disturbing, I advise you to keep to yourself. Or, if you have an open mind, come to the celebration and perhaps rejoice in your own living alongside mine. Truly, this is simply an invite to my rejoicing, or my execution. To be determined, depending on the mood of God.

It's your turn to be kind.

Extend the kindness you've received, offset the negativity with positivity.

The time is now!

They told me I was safe here; I could play, I could learn. I chose to live. I chose to fight. My new brothers helped me grow. I can do anything I put my mind to - maybe I can find my baby brother.

Moonlight streams down, liquid, and he turns his hand to catch it in his palm. He laps it up like a dog. You are near the foot of the small bridge now, and he turns, frightened, in your direction. You pause, but it's too late; he jumps into the water below and dissipates into mist.

after all those years - yes I'm still nothing without you. I have tied myself so deeply to you, even if you dragged me along in the dirt, I wouldn't let go. Take me with you. Please.

Everything has changed, and so I will change for the better.

Like a tapestry, you are woven. Your existence is dependent on many other pieces staying together just so.

Like a tapestry, you are beautiful. Your bloodshot eyes are striking and your bloody lips are full.

Oh, cruel mistress. You said love was eternal - which is true. What you failed to mention is it's only MY LOVE that is eternal. OH you heartbreaker - oh you holder of truths disguised as woven lies. oh heartbreaker. Mend me only to watch me shatter. My love is eternal and lost forever to your time. Hold me, just to watch me unravel into space.

My love is bloodshed. My love is cruel craving and desperate breaths.

I am too soft, but in my love I crave hurt. I want violence. It is too hard to love me, I will kill you.