I stepped in front of my reality today,
it actually hurt so much I didn’t cry
Instead I said hello to whatever I try
and really felt compelled to ask why.
I realized there will never be the answer,
I said with an epiphany I cannot deny
my dear sweet muse I say goodbye.
While rather than dwell upon a sigh
I will wish her peace well into the nigh.
My tears will come on occasion, rely
upon the truth or we live a life awry.
How is it possible
to know when,
to have the confidence,
to show humility
to understand pain,
to recognize brutal honesty.
How does a man let go,
present a vacancy
to allow someone to be free.
When does any man
desperately in love
When you know,
please share the beauty
of closure with me.
wake wanting words
some how radiate
sunlight in love
a splintering heart
If only –
trace of a fingertip
light blush of lips
each moment a mind
asks a memory
it was not me
the real me
my mind will,
heartache, heart always
tears, places, times
last kiss …
waking to morning
nothing is familiar
bird song is distant
rolling wheels of service
clean linen w/ aroma
wafting the corridor.
eyes open now
a new morning
close my eyes
close my eyes
will she be near me
behind glass wall
I will be awake to catch your tears,
will speak to your silence
in the quiet of a storm an eye
will be awake
only to watch your soft breath
a serene glance
into the beauty of woman
the elegance of her,
the delight of your smile,
the roll back of your eyes
the surreal nature of the wonder
your being places upon my life.
I will, I would, I can begin to let you
I would, I will, I want to begin to say
I want to let you go, I would …
My apology is in the passion of my words
trying desperate measures
to define just why
I could not possibly ever believe
my love for you might ever
Curving back within myself I create again and again.
A collection of beautiful thoughts, pictures and information
A blog of my struggles with mental illness, social isolation and being transgender n a hostile world.
I read, I write, I sketch. For fun.
The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge but imagination- Albert Einstein
Poetry and words
A place where you can be human.
Poetry that purrs. It's reowr because the cat said so.
Sharing my little corner of the world
A Place to Enjoy the Beauty All Around us.
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
"She believed she could, so she did." 🌙
Fleeting Emotions, perpetual words.
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