Lost.
In a world of harsh
Realities, for I came
From the stuff that
Love and dreams are
Made of.
Quiet
In the witching hour
Breath in
Breath out
And wait for power
I gave
My pound
Of flesh today
-DeRicki
I feel; Proudly fulfilled,
For how I love others unconditionally.
Will I ever love myself,
without conditions?
Feeling; torn internally.
Hopeless, no light at
The end of the tunnel, just
An approaching train.
Anticipation rising as the sun falls
Adventure's voice calls
Aware of only what is before me
Apolaustic people running free
I can't seem
To convince myself
That some dreams
Are
Better
Left
Alone.
Some dreams
Are best
Forgotten.
Like a knife plunging into a jar of silken paint-
This isn't my home,
I'm not supposed to be here.
Naked
to judgement
Tired
of traversing life
Ready
to stop then start again
Wondering
where my path shall end
Softly touch my skin
Sharp nails to paint
Silken hair I comb
Sinews stretch tight
Sexy in the night
sensuous.
My (he)art,
an intimacy bonding me
with the world,
on the line
Trepidatious of judgement,
yet here I am...exposed
