apersonaljourney – stories of love

For many years

finding,

well, standing

on a ledge

a metaphor,

a concrete landing,

a body of water below

the only reason not to left in the moment,

and the beat goes on …

Spoken so many times,

such are the rooms

of a broken heart,

those epiphany drawn meetings

altogether now,

suggesting only one thing,

to live,

to move beyond the shallow pain

fill our soul with love.

Have you ever wondered,

really,

have you taken the time,

the action beyond a wish,

did you ever

stop for a moment

feel the rain against your cheek,

and remember,

it was like this,

we felt this

we both wanted,

this.

Oh God help me,

if words could let me see,

if I might never walk again,

I could at least

believe.

Yet tonight,

standing on that ledge,

watching fiction exist all around me,

I haven’t the strength

to let anyone else decide

something,

I have to …

I wish I knew I could speak beyond my sin.