The epitome.

Always.  Always.  Forever.  

I will fight.  I will fight.  

I know there’ll be more hurdles, 

There’ll be more left’s before it’s right, 

But I will keep on fighting.  

There is nothing with more worth.  

I have loved you from mere knowledge, 

Long before your birth.  

Always.  Always.  Forever.  

I will soldier on.  

Whenever I will need to, 

I’ll be the epitome of strong.  

Baby’s breath.

I fear that overdoing things,
Will only do more harm.
She is not another animal,
In a processed farm.
My job is to protect her,
And I’ll do it to my death,
But I cannot knowingly put poison,
In that baby’s breath.

Disguised preparation.

Another one gone,
No further ahead?
Or, am I making progress,
Inside my head?
Is this all disguised preparation,
For what’s next in store?
Will I spin on my heels,
And find an open door?
More future thought,
Is to be put away.
It now must wait,
For another day.

Things become.

In so many ways, I know I’m blessed,
And it’s where I try to steer,
But I’m also a realist,
And unfortunately know fear.
I do my best in every day,
To grasp what is presented,
But you cannot ignore all you’re given,
That’s when smiles become resented.

Burn to fade.

So sensitive a heart.
Soft criticism stings.
Complimentary reactions,
Lights the heart.  It sings.
Take a step in retreat,
Take time for the burn to fade.
It’s how you last the journey.
It’s how the game is played.

I growl.

A lake, an ocean, a large expanse,
Of something fluid and cold.
I will keep on treading water,
Until I’m just too old.
I will keep on keeping on,
Until I hit the fire.
As drawn as I may feel,
And as much as I may tire,
Take three steps back, or trip,
I will not throw in towel.
I may not have the lungs to roar,
But, rest assured, I growl.

The glue.

Hold your breath,
And count to ten.
Hold your breath,
Then breathe again.
Try not to jump,
As did they.
Remember,
That it’s just their way,
Their way of dealing,
What what hurts their heart too,
But in this strange life,
You are now the glue.

Greying tower.

You know you’re living on shale,
When you’re rattled with such ease.
You miss the times in life,
When you could ride the breeze.
You could not change the past,
Without loss of what is all,
But you wish you could hold it close,
And let the greying tower fall.

The unknown.

Branches dipped with poison,
And so a guiltless fear.
No matter that you have no ills,
A heaviness hovers near.
You fear of being tarred,
With a brush that’s not your own.
It is the strangest feeling,
Facing the unknown.

I will not drown.

I am breathing like a person,
Who knows there’s no control,
Who knows that survival,
Is sometimes the only goal.
Yet still I am a person,
Who knows that there are shifts.
Some times are for passing,
Others can be gifts.
You push on through the hardest parts,
And breeze on through the good.
I want to smell the flowers again.
I will not drown in this flood.

The curtain.

The light in my life.
The reason I glow.
The thing I will fight for,
And not let go.
Life may tear at my soul,
Grief lay wait within,
But this gift is the curtain,
That will let the light in.

Rock pool.

It can never be linear,
So they say, and they are right.
Grief is waves hitting a rock pool,
Through day and darkest night.
Take a breath and feel the sun,
For they will not last for long.
Hold that breath and brace for impact.
This is not a pretty song.

Rattle and shake.

When your journey is one,
You did not intend to make,
Then prepare the wobble,
The rattle and shake.
It will hit you sideways,
Appear from nowhere,
It’s the price you pay,
For choosing to care.

On Spring.

When you think that you’re stronger,
Rising again,
But something small just tips you,
And releases the pain.
When you no longer,
Understand anything.
It’s time  to push through the Winter,
And focus on Spring.

Finding.

It’s a place I know.
The person too.
I do carry a feeling,
That it will hurt you,
But I have to be true,
I have to release.
I hope you’ll be fine with it.
I am finding some peace.

Somewhere between.

Vague, a little lost, half empty.
In a zone somewhere between.
Not the thing you were before,
When days were fresh and green,
But nothing new and revitalised,
A route roughly hewn or too well tred.
So many roads ahead of you,
But they’re all just in your head.
Life has the power to take your choices.
Some paths you’d never wish to walk.
There are times you need to sit, switch off,
Because you’ve no words right now to talk.

Your strength.

When you cannot see an end.
When things will not improve at length.
When your heart and soul is weary.
It’s then you need your strength.

I will not sleep.

Sometimes I feel I’m drowning,
But I need the strength to tred.
Whilst the waves are crashing round me,
The focus must be in my head.
I make break, bruise and tear.
My heart may shatter and weep,
But I will always rise for her.
For her I will not sleep.

Like a dart.

When everything is spinning,
Your mind, your world, your heart.
Focus on one spot,
And fix it like a dart.

Limbo.

Limbo is hard, 

On the nerves and the heart.  

There is no end, 

No re-start.  

There is only fear and wondering, 

Waiting and suspense.  

What is the future? 

When life’s presented as past tense? 

Mile by mile.

Some emotions come in waves,
Some in strong tidal rips.
Some times you see your strength,
But in other moments the fear grips.
Always look to your purpose.
Look it in the eye, and smile.
You have to be strong,
To guide it mile by mile.

And there is.

There is no peace,
In a mind that is racing.
Distraction is only,
A metered pacing.
When there’s no easy option,
And no hope in sight,
Look to your purpose,
And there is your fight.

In faith.

How do you see in darkness,
Or in blinding light?
You have to move forward in faith,
That, some day, all will be right.

I now.

When someone does not believe your intentions,
It hurts, that much is true.
I feel it every time,
But I does not mean that I’ll trust you.
Life has handed me many lessons.
Yet I’m not quick to learn.
I’ve given too many chances,
And then felt the burn.
I’ve reached an odd position,
Where I’ll give benefit of the doubt,
But I will never trust, or truly believe.
I now hold my heart far out.

They can earn.

When you need to rise above,
But it’s always what you do,
Then how do you let them know,
That this isn’t fair. You’d not be true,
To what they did and how it made you feel,
There’d be no lesson to learn.
Some consideration of others is needed,
And respect that they can earn.

Where I have say.

Time out, time away,
Space enough to delay,
What is oft expected,
But then somehow rejected,
As not enough, never right.
Are you looking for a fight?
Are you looking to be peeved,
Wanting to be aggrieved?
Why waste what energy is there?
I’m becoming too tired to share.
Time out, please.  Time away,
To a place where I have say.

In flood.

I will hold on, with worried heart,
But listen to each note.
I must build myself a picture,
On which I can float.
I will take each moment given,
Try to focus on the good.
My heart is speaking loudly.
My truths they come in flood.

Out of the blue.

When twists in the journey highlight,
Where gratitude is needed.
I always stop and listen,
To the nudge that needs to be heeded.
So there I was sending messages,
Apparently out of the blue,
But the timing makes sense to me,
Even if not to you.

Down to blue.

When you put it back as far as possible,
In the hope that things will change.
You’re hoping something will happen,
That will remove it from your range.
You know you’ll have to do it,
At some point, on some day,
But you would surely avoid it,
If you truly had your way.
It’s for all the others.  
It is certainly not for you.
Some things you have to experience,
Though they drag you down to blue.

A love of cheer.

It doesn’t take much now, to wobble my spirit,
In the smallest ways.
It’s usually fear,
That takes my heart and plays.
A gripping, vice like, tension,
A furrow in my brow.
I want to be light again quickly,
But some times I don’t know how,
To sufficiently erase the heaviness,
That descended with the fear.
I do know that for you I must.
You deserve a love of cheer.

We will need breaks.

Sometimes wind will carry you,
Then drop you in a lull.
It can be taken from you,
Though once your sails were full.
I hope you know my darling,
Though it may have happened to me,
Having you as focus,
Is all I need to be,
The strength to build a turbine,
However long it takes.
I’m determined we will fly my dear.
So far and fast, we will need breaks.