Poetry Diary

I came across these tonight. I wrote them between 2000-2003. I was not in a very good place when I wrote the first one. Reading the next two you can see the progression to a little healthier place. That's one thing I love about writing poetry, it documents where I am mentally and emotionally at any given time, sometimes even better than a diary ever could.

And Now...

Now, the look upon his face is like sunshine,
it warms my sheltered heart.
Now, his soft kisses are like whispers,
they reach the very core of my emotion.
Now, his loving words are like gifts,
they stay locked in my soul to be treasured.
Now he finally sees me, Now he finally appreciates me,
Now he finally wants me, the way I've always wanted him.
And now I am torn
between his cruelty and his tender smile ~


Just a Moment

for a brief but beautiful moment
I closed my eyes
distantly I felt the swirl of chaos around me
the melee of my own tumbling thoughts and emotions
but I was magically untouched by any of it
deliciously detached and free in that moment
overcome by an inner calm
all residue of worry evaporated
and I remembered,
life is really good ~


Solitude

outside alone, silent snow
drifts through the still night air
landing softly all around,
I hear only the sound of my breathing
and I feel alive

there's a full moon tonight,
snow flakes sparkle
like a galaxy of twinkling stars,
the white earth glows with
a fresh blanket of heaven's kisses

Sometimes it's when I'm most alone,
that I'm certain I am not ~

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