Being the first of many posts of this kind, I'm going to give you a journal entry AND a poem!
3.12.2010
Oh, how I wish I could fly across the sky littering the clouds with all that I long to release. But I refrain. Struggling to keep my angst wrapped up tightly in a velvety square box tied with a suffocating bow and ribbon. For fear of rocking this big rickety boat so big and pregnant, refusing to catch the tide. With one menacing storm it would CRACK and be lost to the ocean forever. Oh, how great that loud, booming, sound would feel to my tired soul!! Setting it free! But, it is not my weighted vessel to sink – I must stand back and wait for the bottom to drop out. My always hopeful, forgiving soulmate will continue to rock it ever so slightly, just enough to stay afloat. Only to make things unbalanced and lopsided. Causing men, trinkets, and maps to slide all over the rusted old boards. A splinter here, a splinter there. Hmm…those tiny slivers of bark are the ultimate silent stalker. Shooting pain with every movement…but hide so easily! Could that be better than my big catastrophe with boards and anchor flying? A soft tearing of nails and wood, giving way to a slow and painful journey down to the abyss? Oh I think so! How clever my love is! For years of backstabbing words and hidden lies – a long, slow descent to a final goodbye
Some of you may have already read this in my 'Pieces of Me' tab, but I wanted to share again:
Harbor
Brittle breaks of beautiful bounty
Taking its toll on the tiny triumph
Chasms collide as cold winds cover
Below the brunt of bitter battle
Folk and fiction are forgotten forever
Laughing lightly at the life she loves
Sings to his soul, softens his cries
Once the whirlwind wanes of war
And cries of casualties, cast the cure
Her baby bursts of blissful bloom
Sacred he stirs, safe in her womb
Absolutely stunning!
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