Finding Home

These words Will be the Last of leaves Landing on A patch of Earth next To your feet A parting gift If you will-- Landing. Falling. Fall. Before the coldest Time of the year But what do I know? We have no winter Here. Still, Fall. One's Flight from grace Like mine to yours Fall. as one does When one loves No matter how small Fall. "To descend freely By the force of Gravity." Secret names in Secret caves Fall. Apart. Break one's bones. Those nearest The heart Fall. Away. Change. Fall. Green leaves Turning red And yellow shades. Fall. Now, Get up.

Tap-tap-tap A knock that opened Pandora's box Tick-tick-tock The seconds announce With the deafening ding Of a grandfather's clock The eternal silence of minutes That turn into days And into weeks That turn into a year A year into a story, Untold Only through This-- Words that blur Overflow Into verses that Claim to be Pretend to be The very thing We were looking for What were we Looking for? That elusive fork In the tattered Road map? I loved you and You me. Let's leave it at that.

  It's okay. You don't have to do it all. You don't have to get it right away. Some of the best lessons are learned not the hard way but the best way you possibly CAN learn. Just because someone else yells "failure" into your ear doesn't mean you are. You are worth every single piece of you--mind, body, soul, heart. You are enough. Because you are striving to do better each day. You are beautiful in whatever angle, in however the light casts its shadows on you. Remember, your passions are what makes you. And you, my dear are one amazing human being. You are so worth it. You are worth fighting for. You are worth living for. Now go back to the first line, immerse, repeat.

A quiet yet imposing reminder that:  Transformation is the greatest thing that could ever happen to anyone. Miracles happen every single day.  And no matter where we may go in our personal journeys, though we face our own monsters, we are not alone. A friend is just around the corner. One needs only to look up, look around and ask for help. 

"I believe one writes so that one can create a world where one can live." -Anais Nin So this poem is A necessary sadness That you, my dear Shall be Immortalized in the words That bleed out of my quill's feathers In secret Always In secret.

They still drift to you   These thoughts Like paper boats Or airplanes Or feathers from My writing quill Such as this. When the wind Lifts leaves Off the ground Or from where they Belong in branches Of silent trees Letting them seem Weightless for a time Until it lands on a Patch of earth Next to your feet.

The back of  one's hand one's palm  kneading mine The graze made on The right side Corner of  My spine against  my better sensibilities One cradling  the back of my feet As if they were my heart How could I forget? And yet why do I feel like I'm a  business deal something one knows all too well Like secret sonnets of past loves memorized eyes wide shut Unspoken Truths Like Scars and veins that protrude and that which I know too well Like the back Of my hand.