Afterlife
From afar
Too far away
I hate to think
Of the distance between
Parts of me
Have lost their way
From the cost
Of losing you
There’s so much left
But there’s so much gone
I fear every feeling
I fear living this way
Looking for you everywhere
Chasing after your memory
Dissipating within my regrets
Disappearing within my pain
I don’t know how to live this way
A Shift
I am certain of nothing, but somehow everything I know has changed. It has shifted. Life has a way of doing that sometimes. Of sneaking up on you and showing you that you can never know what’s to come. It’s really quite beautiful. The way the world is magnetic. The way it finds a way to reach inside you, pulling and tugging at your deepest desires. Somehow I’ve landed here, where I feel safe and whole. It is foreign land for me, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t completely terrify me. But the fear is good. The fear is right somehow. My life has shown me that. It has shown me how to trust the uncertainty. It has shown me how to praise the mystery. I feel good. I feel complete. I feel like my feet are on solid ground. Tomorrow might be different.. but I’m okay with that.
Once upon a time
You were right here by my side
We chain smoked our cigarettes
On this very bench
Rocking back and forth
To the rhythm of our passion
Sometimes fast
Sometimes slow
So many days I waited for you here
To come down and join me
To come down and acknowledge me
Some days you joined
Put your hand tightly in mine
Other days you were too far away
Avoiding the nearness of me
But this was the place
Where our bodies first collided
Up the stairs to the left
Where we once slept each night
Side by side interlaced
Those nights I felt the safest
When we laughed under the sheets
When we were as close as can be
When things were so right
I’ve sat here with you so many times
In silence and in small talk
In arguments and in heavy laughter
We walked up and down these streets
And always returned to this very place
You’d work on your motorcycle in the driveway
While I made my hands sore scribbling in journals
Nonsense about how much I loved you
About how even when I had you, I somehow always needed more of you.
It’s nice to be in this place
That once was filled with you and me
Even though you’re further away then I could ever reach you
Even though you’ve been gone for some time
I still sit here sometimes and I smile
Because I think of what used to be
Because I think of the times with you and me
Sitting in this very spot
Together
Forever.
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I'm okay with not always being beautiful
It took me years to reach a place where I feel comfortable knowing not everyone sees something worthy in me. I no longer feel defined by the desire that others do or do not feel for me. I don't know exactly when it changed but it did. I changed. And I am better because of it. The majority of my years I have spent starving for certain attention because without it I felt myself fade into nothing. I felt every flaw from head to toe magnified to the point that it consumed me - every inch of me, of my identity, of my worth, of my being. Maybe being alive long enough and having lived through so much has finally allowed me to settle into myself. For better or worse, this is who I am. I've spent enough time inside these lines to know there is a certain goodness within me. Within my truest heart and truest soul. A uniqueness that is made up of my courage to love unconditionally no matter who or what the circumstances may be. With it, I have learned to trust myself - even when I do not trust others. I have learned to love the person that I am. I have come to accept myself as a whole rather then accepting only the parts of me that others seemed to like. I am truly beautiful.. because I am kind. Because I am deeply caring. Because I am passionately loving. Because I am capable of forgiving. I am truly beautiful.. because I feel so entirely. Because I trust so overwhelmingly. Because I believe so undoubtedly. I am no longer paralyized by the way it feels to not be seen. To not be needed or wanted. To not be noticed. Instead I am comforted by the way it feels to be true. True to myself and the person that I am. The woman that I am becomming. The human being that I will always be.
I met myself beneath the weight of those I loved before.
I never knew what it would take to understand.
To willingly choose myself over you.
Over all of you.
It was a dangerous path that led me here.
One I am effortlessly grateful for.
For I have survived a thousand deaths.
For I have finally made it out alive.
All that is left is who I am.
A force that has set me free.
Lost and Found
And I can’t help but wonder where it is that I went wrong. I learned long ago that it is dangerous to let your mind travel the journey back to the past. Still, I think it’s a part of human nature. I think it’s unavoidable that we use the past to try and understand ourselves. The how’s and why’s of why we are the way we are. We go digging up our memories like bones that were buried in the back yard years ago. We try and dust them off, and then use them to connect the dots. To assemble the puzzle that looks so confusing until we find the missing pieces, and put it all together. But for some of us, there are pieces that cannot be retrieved. There are things that we did, or that we endured that cannot be remembered. And perhaps that is our own unconscious form of self preservation. Perhaps some things are better lost then they are found. And rather then digging up all of those things that were laid to rest, we must learn to accept it. We must learn to let go of the things we cannot get back to, and of the things that we cannot get back. Maybe then the past won’t have such a say in who we are. Maybe we will be able to define ourselves only with who we are right now. Right here. In this present moment. Maybe, just maybe... we will even be set free.
Sleepslayer
A mother of the night
Alive in a fluid sea of black
Her heart stirs beyond her surface
If you catch glimpse between the cracks
Her beauty is unhindered
And her spirit, unparalleled
A fury stirs within her
Always leaving me compelled
Her edges are bluntly sharpened
But somewhere deep beyond her pain
There is a world of her emotion
Where fierce passion bares untamed
And though her lands remain guarded
I have ventured beyond despite
So I am blessed to know her
The mother of the night