I Suppose

Where do you place broken pieces of color?

I suppose I will one day display them with pride

until then I’ll hide them

beneath my mosaic collar

Listen

Like a dream, she walked from the water and sat down beside me. No words were spoken. Only a single tear and the haunt in her eyes told me all I needed to know.

An unfinished story

Interpretation is dangerous when you are given words that fill previously scorched pages

Unwanted Comfortable

What-if’s begin to tip the scales of reality

Fear takes control and starts to breathe

One

one soft touch

Restless Spirit

Trapped in a world you resented
Broken free from a cage built with love
I see now it was never meant to be

Temporary Blindness

Some instincts were created as part of a defense mechanism and they are no longer needed but they are still there laying low beneath the surface of your smile.