Support

He shuffled towards her,
Took her head in his hands,
And used the pad of his forefinger,
To gently wipe away the tears.

She dropped her head a little lower.

Taking the weight of it in his hand,
He raised it to his,
And placed soft kisses on her lips.

Gradually she began to respond.

Choice

That one day, when the sun is shining, and you've been tired to such an excess that you take one step back from the life you have been caught up in, and you breathe. A deep, rejuvenating, breath.  You feel the tightness in your shoulders, the ache if the muscles, but you feel.

One day when the rain is falling and you have no place to run, no place to hide, and you stand, giving in. One drop falls and you shudder, then the next and the next until you are covered, drenched, fresh, clean.

In those moments you can see that you can step back. You do have control. There is always another option. There is no guarantee that the other option is better, or sensible, or right, but you have a choice.

In that moment you make that choice and with that decision comes the energy to tackle the problem, to smile.

Sunshine

The light simmers my soul as it heats my skin,
And pushes blank stare in to cheeky grin.
It blinds my eye to the tainted truth,
And takes me back to a hungry youth.
The drive, the verve, that suits me well,
But tends to only last a spell.
My reserve of life, to draw me on.
Enjoy my time before its gone.

Sleeping.

He lies there, gently sleeping,
His breathing fast and deep.
I sit closely at his bedside.
My damaged heart it weeps.
I can't escape this feeling,
Can't understand this need,
To always have him with me.
I know that it is greed.
The try, attempt, to comfort.
They say it's for the best,
That living for him was painful,
And now in peace he'll rest.
That knowledge does not help me,
Does not remove the pain.
The dark cloud's omnipresent.
Will I ever feel the same?

Sometimes.

Sometimes, I can not say the things I really want to say.
Sometimes, my thoughts are coloured when they really should be grey.
Sometimes, saying nothing is a communication flaw.
But sometimes, saying nothing says ever so much more.

Hindsight and hope.

With hindsight, you know you saw it.
You just didn't want to see it.
You wanted to believe.
Against all odds,
Against the thing you saw in front of you.
You just wanted to believe.
You knew it was coming,
You just wanted to believe it wasn't.

So now I'm here.
I've lost my beliefs,
But surprisingly I still have hope.
Don't ya just love hope.

When they truly care.

Love is not perfect

Nor is it pure

But you wish it the strength

To fore'er endure. 

It becomes a part

Of your beating heart 

And it does embed

In your head.

It calls you to trust. 

In it, in you. 

To trust in us

And to us be true. 

It isn't easy.

It isn't fair. 

But it's everything 

When they truly care.