Did she get under your skin
With her nonchalant ways
And her quiet lips?
Her watching eyes
And her swaying hips.
Does it drive you crazy
You cannot figure her out
Like others before.
You console your pride now,
Left spinning
With nothing to hold onto.
Thankful for oxygen.
There are few do overs in life.
Some maybes and for sures
I will think about it
And yes indeeds
All possibility
None certain in between
Birth and death
I get up early
And walk to the field just as light peaks over
The ridge.
The birds sing me welcome.
I hear rustling in the grass
And am met with the pleasant stare
Of a doe.
I look around and see another doe.
One has two fawn and the other three.
I sit and feel my heart
Swell.
Here is where I am always welcomed.
Here is where I am
Reminded
I am not broken nor am I lost.
I am.
Doubt.
Acid in my veins.
Tumultuous twisting in my gut.
I am finding my way blind
In this storm.
(I see the Angels everytime lightening strikes)
This confusion has left
Obstructions I stumbled upon,
My visibility restricted to my hands
As i catch myself.
Waiting for lightening
To cauterize the ache.
(I see Angels everytime it strikes)
Good or bad there we go again
Wrapping people In
Definitions so tight.
It’s a scary thought to just
Be,
Live undefined.
Love yourself enough to see your own reflection
Instead of others.
Take off the straight jacket.
Let it go.
Why does it have to be
So difficult?
It doesn’t have to be so difficult.
When you have to be right,
You just have to win.
Thinking everyone is out to get you
And knock down your walls.
It is not that complicated,
You make it all so complicated.
Fighting with ghosts and projectiles
You throw at yourself
Then you blame everyone else
When you get hurt.
How too
I see that you
Are waiting.
How too
I hear an underlying
Song in your voice
And feel
The deep wanting running
In the lightest
Brush of
Your fingertips.
You can take pen to paper
And write how lovely she is,
How your heart beats steady when you are
With her.
She will think it was for a girl long gone,
The one you could not have.
You could play her songs of love
And hold her close.
She will believe that you dream of someone
Else with more beauty,
More elegance.
You could hold her hand and draw her near,
She will never believe
She is good enough,
Smart enough,
Strong enough,
Pretty enough.
She will always believe you want more of someone else.
Left confused
Only momentarily,
She understood
Why she continually felt
In a different sort of orbit.
She had always lived free.
We believe there are locked doors
We cannot open.
There are no doors,
Only
Wide open
Possibility.
Chole Into Diamonds 