If I could wrap

Each part

Of my body

Around you

And hold you tight

Forever

I would hate myself

For keeping you

From the world

If I could cook

A meal

To equal

The feast

That is our love

I would hate myself

For allowing gluttony

Into our lives

If I could

Hear

Our beating hearts

The synchronicity

Of a moment

I might

Remember

A from z

Or maybe

I’d remember

What is

To be

Me

And that sometimes

It’s everything

That equals nothing

And nothing

That equals

Everything

I dance

with my shadow

to the music

that has long echoed

in my soul

one full of my hopes

balanced

by the weight of my tears

one full of love

mirrored by goodbyes

the story of a life

written in song

only mother thought papa was meek

but she never heard the slurs

as he walked by

the mocking of his accent

when he spook

no she never heard...

but in my eyes he was a hero

the kind of man that bends

but doesn't beak

something she finally understood

the day he said goodbye

I love them.

Abhor their misuse.

Yet, adore poetic license.

At times

I believed

Mastering words

Would result

In the mastery

Of my mind

Alas

My mind is still

90% mystery

Perhaps

That means

I have only 10%

Mastery of words

Seems a little low

But who am I to know?

Here I am

Folding my depression

Into a neat little packet

And tucking it away

For Monday morning

Don't forget to smile.

Knowing

Is half the battle,

Right?

I knew

It was coming

My seasonal depression

I did nothing

This year

To protect myself

Against it

Half depressed

As I have been

Anyway

Now

I feel it

Weighing on me

Daring me

To give in

Go under

Disappear

Honestly

I don't know

How I

Will make it

This year

I should

DO SOMETHING

I know that...

But

Alas

I don't

Really

Feel

Like

It

the vision of her

as delicate

as a spring breeze

would remain

priceless

in his heart

even as the light

of the dawn

washed her away

leaving him

with a solitary tear

to remind him

she was real

she was there

she was dear

From a writer's workshop last night. The syllabic form is 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

Why

Do I

Settle for

This madness when

I am worthy of so much more than this

It

May be

True that I

Hide behind my

Past mistakes and sabotage my future

But

I know

There are still

Some redeeming

Qualities that I pass into the world

And

The world

Allows me

To proceed with

Utmost caution, knowing I lack some strength

I

Lack the

Strength to care

At certain times

And cause little implosions in my world

I

Lack the

Strength to hold

Some core values

So that my light gets dimmed by my own hand

I

Lack the

Strength to stand

Against the man

Who snuffs out my life with joy in his eyes.

What if it all goes Right

Instead of Left

Behind

or Up

Side-

Down

in Front

What if it all goes Right

Away

From

There

to Here

What if it all goes Right

Back

In.

I was able to log back in to my account.

Now.

I just have to write something.

Then.

I can explore my ending.