Paper and a pen

Walls do close in,

when living a dream,

something seems unreal,

and yet isn’t that

the way it is supposed to be.

She comes to mind

when I breathe,

every gasp

every scene.

I want to imagine

I am with her,

holding her hand

in my fingers,

watching for her eyes,

to come seek my own.

She comes to mind

in the passing day,

could be a certain breeze

brings memory to mind,

let’s me feel her remind.

I’d like to pretend

just for a moment,

everything I believed

was really true.

I’m alone today,

feeling fatique,

I’ve spent the morning in my chair

imagining everything outside.

I’m alone today,

and feeling peace,

knowing there is celebration,

knowing for now I’m ok.

There seems to be some want,

building in my mind,

but sways gently

allowing me to breather.

Today is a celebration,

and I am quietly cheering.

There isn’t a lot of meaning in sadness,

when that’s all we want out of life.

It only can exacerbate itself,

keep building walls to lay upon,

wondering what it really means,

to find a way out of our fears.

Seems pretty easy to stay there,

rather than walk away,

when so caught up,

difficult to feel good,

we just float away our lives,

wondering if we’ll ever get it.

I remember one time,

I felt happy,

and couldn’t imagine

feeling any other way.

I’m hurting tonight

see

I’m in love

and I cannot live with myself,

the feeling of loss,

the frustration of being alone.

It really is simple

minded to imagine

that I could change

the world I live in,

just by believing,

to not allow society

to tell me differently.

To allow my heartto bear my soul,

for each of our reasons

always fall short

when lost in the quiet

romanticism of our lives.

That everything is the same,

when trying to recreate

the notion of our lives,

the reality of purpose.

Seems we strive for innocence

rather than the drama of pain,

we wish to be honest

with the world around us.

Seems easier to imagine

a live of beauty,

a fresh snowfall

the blossom of spring.

Remember the time,

everything seemed in hand

life was simple,

the discovery of patience.

We have to understand

the turmoil we live

in order to process

the mystique of our normalcy.

Lost in thought

feeling the ache

of insomnia,

wondering what

may lay ahead.

This place is familiar

holds me close

speaks of all those moments,

trying to find

some solace some

purpose.

My body tired

my mind at full speed,

unable to

find a balance in

between the two.

Instead,

I lounge in bed.

Let my thoughts

run away with me,

so many ifs,

so many

I wonders, for

so many

years I’ve traveled

the same path.

The middle of the night

eyes open.

It’s times like this

I don’t know how

I can start a new day.

In recent days,

I’ve felt their impact

walking into the cold,

there is a warm breeze

touches my forehead

gives me peace.

In changing winds

could we see the sweet

nature of love return,

to know heart and soul

will always maintain

the integrity we might

always wish to know.

I stood and felt

the force of the wind

It reminded me of a life

I’ll always wish rewind.

Though the winds did scream

hollering their wishes,

there seemed always a wonder

that made my love wander.

There is a peace in knowing

the winds have changed again.