Beacons

Everything seems well and good.

Until you remember, you have always held you body

as a beacon heralding harm

And darkness resides in corners you don’t know, waiting to creep up into your heart

And your heart, it’s an iron walled cage

with a gentle, sensitive soul.

It hurts and it hurts so it twines iron around itself, keeping you in, holding you close.

Love

I think love scares us because to be without it, is to be empty 

And we are so scared of losing what makes us feel special. 

But I think we forget sometimes, 

that what you love never leaves your side.

It is immortal; It stays

as a wisp of memory hanging on your lips, waiting to be uttered

resting beneath your eyelids, teasing your imagination time and again

In the sounds, and the voices and the music that you hear

dancing to tunes you didn’t know were ringing in your head.

A Note

A note to the writers and dreamers

Someday, you and I will be running along beaches with the night breeze running through our hair. Someday, we will be lying carefree in chaise lounges with the soft touch of the sun in our face

Someday, we will be sitting by rivers and reading our books; without a care of what is to come or what is to be done. Someday, the smell of rain, of spring and of summer, will fill our hearts and we will be content

Someday, someday very soon, the tide will turn and the world will be ours again

Healing

I have meandered a thousand incomplete thoughts

Wandered through the unfamiliar terrains of my mind

I have picked my way through the sharp shards

left from the words I have said to myself

And after all these years, meeting myself 

felt like taking a breath of fresh air

After suffocating in the stagnant breath of a lifetime