moving on, moving on,
tell yourself one last time, you need to move on.
be authentic. set your true self free
for there are so many people out there in need of the gifts you bring
let go of the past. release your mistakes,
the ones that keep you locked in that dark place, let go of the self-hate
love the woman you used to be
just as you’ll learn to love the woman you are now for no one gets through this life unscathed somehow
so move on from the sadness. let go of your fears
and claim all the good that is waiting for you. this is your year.
if you could choose moments to take with you wherever you go,
which ones would you pick?
would you choose that first time he spoke your name
or would you rather go for that first kiss?
would you discard the moments when he broke your heart
keeping the ones where he chased away the pain with a heartfelt word,
those times when you thought you couldn’t go on
until he held you in his arms and for the first time in a long time, you felt heard?
would you find it hard to pick and choose
which moments to keep and which ones to toss away
or would you rather take all the moments just as they are
no matter how many times you both have gone astray?
Taking a little break from poetry today to read one of my short stories about love, inspired by a real-life event and a young man I fell in love with so long ago. I hope you like it.
when you say goodbye again,
will i be ready this time around? will i know the signs of the coming fall or will our rendezvous be enough to keep me sound
until the next time you return, your loneliness
overcoming your need to be alone yearning the feel of someone to hold you seeking in each one of us the solace of home?
it’s the little things you do that make me happy
like remembering to wish me a happy valentine’s day as i lie here snuggled under the covers feeling like it’s suddenly my birthday
it’s the sweet things you say that make me smile
gentle words you know touch me deeply simply because that’s just the way you are and it’s why i love you completely
happy valentine’s day
i found a book i used to write my dreams in
my hopes from twenty years ago all forgotten until i flipped open the pages and found myself gazing at a woman i used to know.
she dreamed of rock climbing and traveling
to Paris, the Brontë sisters’ moors, and Rome, she dreamed of a cottage on a hill blanketed in fresh snow, wishing one day she’d have a beautiful home of her own.
she dreamed of time slowing down for a kiss from her beloved
his ring around her finger glittering in the sunlight she dreamed all these things and more until reality swallowed every single hope in one bite
i should return the book on the shelf and pretend i never found it
for it’s too late for me to dream such silly things, but she pressed the book to my breast and whispered, it’s never too late to live the life you still believe in.
you’re not good for me,
everyone knows that but my heart hasn’t gotten the memo yet still trying to remain detached
walking right along the middle
between good choices and bad one side looking quite boring while on the other, lots of fun to be had
where there are no rules
not the ones everyone knows of except for one that gets broken every time it’s when someone falls in love
so what can you do then,
when you’ve clearly broken the rules? do you say time out and leave the game or do you keep going and play the fool?
your voice unlocked a room in my heart
i never knew was there where ghosts of my past shimmered and darkness whispered, beware…
turn away and stay away, she said for nothing in here is safe he’ll only stir memories long forgotten and hopeful dreams bound in chains
he’ll lead you where you shouldn’t follow , she said to me to a place of heartbreak and pain so take care or you’ll sink right back into that pit of shame.
but i didn’t listen, did i?
i let your voice seep deep within till the day i stood in front of that secret room, unlocked the door and walked right in.
le petit mort,
that’s what she called them, those precious moments when he’d let go
the sound of him,
the sight of him basking in the afterglow
allowing himself that moment
when nothing else mattered but the beating of his heart, the heightening of every sense
drowning, searing feeling leaving them no room for pretense
we all have them and you’re mine you’re the one i’ll be thinking of when no one is looking time after time
it took forever
for us to figure things out but with you here with me your touch, your voice erases every doubt
so i’ll keep you
hidden away in my deepest secret place as you keep me safe in your strong and warm embrace