Forget the past,
Its hooks of glass.
Shattering the future,
With its callous remorse
Pain is inevitable,
Mistakes are a path.
To easily misguided,
By self hate and wrath.
Giving heart licence,
To forgive and let live.
Purest self love,
Beyond measure to give.
Live life with love,
Lift your head to the stars.
You are beauty and light,
A pure Renoir.
Perception is reality. Beholden to your view. Is rocky road an ice-cream or a difficult pill to chew?
Whilst the road ahead is uncertain and strange;
The sun still shines in its ember frame;
The stars still glow in that perfect night sky;
And the moon still smiles down from its throne up on high.
Despite this path, dark and remote;
There is a song to be sung and words to be wrote;
A family to love and a home to keep warm;
Regardless of pain, there will be a new dawn.
The poet inside of me is dead;
All the words that tied have fled.
Why is this you may ask, its true;
To this I have no answer, none due.
No reason for this lack of rhyme,
Unanswered questions? Perhaps in time;
Will unlock this bottomless pit forlorn;
And place me back in peace, reborn.
The pain of letting go, of a chance, to make you whole
When the absence of just a glimpse;
Makes your world about to end.
When life seems so hard that you feel you cant go on.
Weary head dropping to the floor;
Cool tile, caressing this abyss.
Blow after blow, life is dealing now.
Your self worth is shattered;
Bloodied tattered knees.
Pick up what is left?
Embrace your savaged corpse.
With frayed rope, grab on tight.
Claw back to life.
Rider of storms;
Holder of questions;
With answers that thwart;
Yet a traveler of rainbows;
A dreamer of dreams;
A passionate master;
Ripped at the seams;
A tattooed prince;
Admired from afar;
By one crazy maiden;
Of that I am sure!