The Gift

At midnight
A flower blooms
Petals lifting
To the moon
Like a bird
Who sings her song
Sweetly, swiftly
For too long
Too long, for
She’s out of breath
A kiss held fast
‘Til her love’s spent
She is me
And me is I
And my eye sees me
Left behind
A heart not found
In fiction’s fact
Encased in glass
Like bric-à-brac

-Written July 3, 2012
as my life began to transition
from one season to the next

Traveling at sunset

Golden Fire

The sun must go down and the night prevail (for a time) before a new day dawns.

I'm a broken mess
A wreck
Cracked in half by sinking sand
I can't do this anymore
Rejection stings as I run out the door
Like a punch in the gut
Or a slap in the face
I'm down, I'm injured
I'm out of this race
And I don't know if I'll ever go back
I'm not sure I'm able
I'm not sure I can
Because I make things a hundred times worse
This gift of mine...it's a blessing and a curse