sometimes it is easier
to allow the tears to fall,
warmly sit, and watch the sun set.
praying quietly for love
to come and conquer all,
lover, are you listening yet?
The tick, is it inside my head or just over there on the wall
The cold upon my hands is it still there or has it traveled to my heart
The quiver on my lips is it caused by the world or by him
Does art matter beyond the eye or will it stay forever in our minds
When we are deemed useless is it easy to overcome or can it stay with us forever
Scared I’m close to only one side existing. Weakness is impatient with me. Strength barely recognized.
I still see beauty. It’s in flowers, rocks, trees, clouds, water, prairie, mountains, oceans and sand.
I’ve witnessed love.