Posted in Boldesh, Verse

Strains from the inside.

The doctor gave me stronger puffers today
He says that there's still a strain in my chest
That strain is from missing you, my love
missing the sounds of your laughter.

Those random breathless moments are
from missing your heartwarming hugs 
the sporadic moments of pain -
a way of letting me know
it never fully healed

The doctor gave me steroids
he doesn't know that all my heart needs is you.
Posted in Not so fiction, Verse

One with you.

I became one with you
the moment I proclaimed You Lord over me 

I became your heart
the minute you ran towards me 

Somewhere along,
I lost my way; ashamed to find your face

But your love found me
your peace, wrapped around me tightly  

Never in my broken girl's wildest dreams
did I see such a beautiful redemption happening to me.

I am one with you;
because I proclaimed You Lord over me
Posted in Faith, Verse

I stand.

I stand
in every word 
you have said over me

I stand
in everything
that you say I am

I stand 
in every truth
that your word brings

I stand 
in your perfect will.
Under your shadow;
behind the cross.

I stand.

Posted in Not so fiction, Verse

I found her.

I got a word from my heart.
She whispered,
'Maybe if you stop searching,
you'll find me.'

So I took a break from
certain faces that made me
feel uncomfortable
Certain spaces that made me
feel inadequate
Whatever it took, to find me.

And when I stopped searching -
I found her
waiting for her prodigal part
to return home.
Posted in Not so fiction, Verse

Up again.

I see you building those walls up again
The walls we struggled to pull down
in tears and sweat.

I know it's hard / I know you're hurting
I know you're tired / I know you're drained

But we've come too far / Too damn far to give up.
Stay strong, fighter / put down the bricks
Keep those walls / low and flat

I promise; You, my love
are stronger than you know.
Posted in Not so fiction, Verse

Do you?

When you lay your head
And close your eyes
Do you dream of me?

When you wake up
and see the sunrise
Do you think of me?

When you pick up the camera
and look into the lens
Do you see my face?

Do you see my eyes
Staring into your soul?
Do you see my smile
and the wrinkles on my nose?
Do you notice my dimples
Dig deep and bore holes?

Do you smile back at me 
With your tongue out
And your eyes in a squint?

Or do you try to break our glance 
and realize that I have you locked
and unable to leave?

I love you; I really do
and I'll be damned 
if I let you go this way.

To me, from me.
Posted in Not so fiction, Verse

Does it hurt to die?

Does it hurt to die?

When the soul leaves the body
does it slowly drag 
in a gruesome manner;
allowing the body to experience
an unbearable pain
For the last time
Just for the fun of it?

Or does it leave
quickly - 
in one swoop;
so fast that the body 
doesn't even notice 
that it's been left alone
With no life to continue?