Doesn’t stop.

Life.
Cruel.  Kind.  Cruel again.
I count my blessings,
But it doesn’t stop pain.

This bruise.

Disaster zone.
Stand clear.
Enter only,
If you have no fear.
Enter only,
If you’ve nothing to lose.
That’s not her,
So she carries that bruise.

Silence.

Silence,
Because there is nothing more to say.
Silence,
Because nothing you hear will change things.
Silence.

Only breath.

I can offer no words of wisdom.
No wise words are left.
I have only breath to offer,
My love, and a soul bereft.

I see it.

I see myself. 

I see it.  

I know.  

I may not like it, 

But I chose to give myself grace.  

Today I give myself grace.  

A range.

Time passes,
But not our love.
Times change,
We change and change.

Life happens,
And shifts our love,
Our love,
Becomes a range.

For you. For me.

Will there ever be a time,
When she isn’t  harried?
When all the worries have resolved,
From all the baggage carried?
Will there be deep breaths of peace,
And smiles of unfettered glee?
I want it for you.
I want it for me.