Chaos

Chaos

A theme to which I am held captive
Not a motto or battle cry
Cried out as I charge rambunctiously through the days trials
A theme to which I am held captive

Others seems to think it is entertaining
A fun yet haphazard way to approach their lives
For me it is a struggle, a challenge to control
A theme to which I am held captive

I have hurt those I love
Betrayed those who love me
Stranded those who trust me
And failed those that need me

Am I doomed to toil day by day
To strive to regain a sense of normalcy
To resist this feeling of chaos that curses my day
A theme to which I am held captive

She Dances

She Dances

“Dance!” he says as he works the rod.
The strings stress,
She dances.

He is in control.
The strings vibrate at his touch,
She dances.

The dance is beautiful.
She loves his attention, so does what he wants,
She dances.

She is everything to him.
Her strings are his only concern.
She dances.

The show is ending.
His mind wanders to other things.
She dances.

The curtain closes.
He lifts her from his stage, to lock her away.
She wants to keep dancing.

He stores her carefully away.
She is his, and he knows he has her.
She waits to dance again.
She yearns to dance again.

Brenna Lynn

Brenna Lynn

A more perfect love there could never be.
She looks into my eyes and smiles each time.
Though she does not even know me she adores me entirely.
To know that I would never hurt her is a trust unearned yet complete.
Her little hands grip my finger and my heart simply melts.
To her, I am perfect.
That I’m not, we’ll keep between you and me!

I can

I can

The Sun rose this morning,
Though I knew it wouldn’t.

Blood flows through my veins,
Though I thought it couldn’t.

Air fills my lungs,
Though I dreamed it shouldn’t.

The pain is subsiding,
When I hoped it wouldn’t.

Her love fills the void,
Though it probably shouldn’t.

Life does go on,
Though I thought I couldn’t.

I will be happy again,
Though I thought I shouldn’t.

I think of what’s possible,
And I remember,
I can.

Better Through Breaking

Better Through Breaking

Today it was broken.
The pieces were shattered.
Try as I might I could not keep it whole.
Some pieces now gone, will never return.
What once was strong yearning is nothing, a void,
an empty desire that I must never fill.

I know I’ll emerge stronger,
more valuable, wiser.
I’ll be here to help you.
Pain is never unending.
My hand is still yours, to steady your passage.
My shoulders still strong, to lighten your burden.

What was flawed, is perfect.
It’s pure and unbiased.
A bastion of hope, I watch from and smile.
My tears are still real, salty yet sweet.
They have cleared my vision.
A more perfect friendship to see.