Poem 74

I walk down the long and winding road

Such beautiful views to see

Until I reach a fork in the path

The choice is up to me.

To follow the hopes and dreams and fear

Of not achieving what could be

Or to risk it all and be able to say

At least I came home safely.

The decision, it rests on who I am

At this single moment in my life

The me of darkness, full of pain

The lacklustre me full of strife.

Which path to choose, new hope could there be

Down the path invitingly green

“Take a chance and you’ll see your right to be free”

It calls so temptingly.

To go left or go right

My feet remain still

I’m floored, I’m stuck

There’s no free will.

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Poem 69

Love is honesty
Faith
Trust
And respect.

This is what
true love
aspires
to uphold.

I am honest when I am with you
I bear my soul to you.
You see my strengths and my flaws and
still
love
me.
For this I love you more.

I have faith when I am with you.
Faith that I am safe in your arms and
free from all dangers
supported when
harm
is
near.
For this I love you more.

I have trust when I am with you.
I trust you with my heart and life.
You are the most important thing in my world and
I trust that you will
always
be
that.
For this I love you more.

I have respect when I am with you.
You look and listen,
seeing and hearing my views and opinions,
accepting my ways or explaining yours.
We don’t always agree but we
accept
and
respect.
For this I love you more.

Poem 67

Broken hearts and shattered souls
A vacant life to behold
The wonders of what could have been
Has this year finally won?

Acceptance that I will not be
Alright, right now at least
Give me some time, I will return
A stronger, safer, me.

I trust that what has been is right
That fate made it all so
And with this truth I look forward to
The next act of my show.

For who can predict how we will be
A trigger, large or small
Can set us to be safe and free
Or make us fail it all.

I choose to be the me I was
Though hard as it may be
Life will not beat me anymore
I will fight to return to me.

Poem 59

I feel weak for not being the version of me

Who understands and copes with what has gone wrong

The version who accepts that pain is good and that

Bottling only causes harm.

I hate that I can’t be free from these thoughts

Taking over my mind like a wraith

Digging into the trenches and

Pouring concrete to make them stay.

Breaking the thoughts is the hardest thing

Aside from surviving with your loss

I wish I could break the pain of my heart

Now that my love is lost.