The heart wants,
The heart needs,
Not always granted,
At times appeased.
Life isn’t fair,
Sometimes a nightmare.
The key is to be kind to yourself,
Don’t rely on anyone else.
Kind words are blessings,
Forgotten too soon.
Unfair actions of others,
Inscribe our mental cocoons.
Words can also be painful,
So deal them out careful.
Never say never,
Maybe in time you’ll know better.
Fate is a temptress,
So don’t play her game.
Permanence is an illusion,
Deceiving the sane.
Don’t be fooled,
Because some hearts
Will not be true.
And know fear cannot bind us,
It shall only unwind trust.
The passion and power of poetry,
Placing my pain on a page,
There it can live outside of me,
Relinquishing inner anxieties.
Thoughts ramble through the maze of mind.
Spoken out loud,
Resounding through time,
A new understanding.
Nothing is static
We are all reverberating.
Feelings are frequencies
Tuned to our biological receivers.
The echoes of negative thoughts
On the emergency broadcast system.
Harmony is homeostasis in our hearts.
Sometimes in life we build a wall around ourselves,
Only to realise that we are defending against an invisible external,
When the hurt and fear we are carrying is held within.
The madness of it all is that these feelings are not ours to hold.
If we break down the walls and open our eyes
We might just see there is no darkness inside anymore.
There is a light shining, however fragile at first.
We must feed this tiny flame with compassion.
Understanding is key to forgiveness.
Forgiving is key to letting go.
Let go, watch the fire grow!
I’ll keep a little box of hope in my heart
So that maybe we can share a life together again.
But hope is just that… it’s not certain or definite.
It’s just a thing we do to keep on moving.
Keep on moving, that I must.
A little bird told me, one I trust.
You were my little bird for many a year but in that time hope was lost to fear.
The sparkle in those eyes I loved so dear, lost its glimmer when I was near.
Nothing is just as we wish, your hair, your smile, those lips to kiss.
You are yours. You are not mine. A truth I knew but lost in time.
We got lost in time… our souls entwined.
So complicated to unravel.
How far must I travel
To feel whole again?
So to you my beautiful friend,
Go be free and spread your wings.
Know that you will always be the one for me
And that the hope in my heart waits patiently.
I know in my soul we are birds of a feather.
Someday maybe we’ll land on the same branch
And decide to build a new nest together.
Although the hurt I feel is real
I know now it’s not for you to heal.
That is my task, to rise to the challenge.
Letting go of the past, the pain, the strife
The romance I need is my dance with life.
There once was a town high up in the mountains and in it lived a thousand people. The people were decent, hard-working folk who lived entirely by the clock, ever watchful and mindful of what they should be doing at certain hours of the day in accordance with the town’s strict customs. One of these prescribed that children, teenagers and even young adults were to be seen and heard at all times. This was to safeguard against them venturing up the treacherous peaks surrounding Lost Canyon, which was strictly prohibited because everyone who had done so vanished when they reached the other side, never to be seen or heard from again.
Lost Canyon terrified the locals. Mothers, fathers and grandparents in particular were constantly filled with dread, and each had their own negative expectations and wild imaginings of what terrors might await their children, who were very curious to know the truth about it all.
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