The House of Broken Glass


I found a little shop today
Along my path I did spy
Full of many peculiar things
Mingled with the ordinary
It was there I found it broken
So small twas overlooked
A piece I’ll treasure forever
For like me it did not fit
I cling to such unsightliness
For a home it does need
And loved as I so do wish
A home for all those lost
Shattered beauty I behold
Surrounded by the dream
Hoping to be one precious
A piece to mend empty
To each thing left a wanting
Hold on to a joyful future
No truer story had there been
Today, tomorrow, forever more

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Beauty Blossoms Bright


I want to see beautiful things
Tour the world see something new
Bright and lovely
Living in colors only imagined
I want to be free of the dark
No more shadows
Only light filled days
Bring me flowers of every kind
Trees glistening with life
My feet in the sandy beach
The ocean before me dancing merrily
Can this be more than a dream
Please my love
Travel with me in beauties delight

The Simple Life


I saw beauty today
As I walk this way
Enlightened by simplicity
Joy in complexity
Nothing as it seems
Freer than my dreams
I needed more of this
To remain in bliss
If only here I’d stay
Keep this peace I pray
Dancing in the light
Delighted in the sight
Will it fly away from me
As a fleeting bird
To only remain a memory
Or much more a story

Worthy Woman


Power

A darkness that consumes the hearts of men

Turning the purest into the most tainted

Sadness

Is the path that you shall walk

The burden of never enough

You will never be good enough in this world

My body

Is not perfect

It will never be

But why should that matter

This is me

I am no one else

I do not need to compare

I do not need to share

This is my temple

Not a corrupted bar for brutal syndicates

You can not touch

You can not see

What belongs to me

My hair

Is not perfect

It will never be

But I will let it be my crown

To express my soul with each strand

Being tender with my blessings

I am a woman

A lady

My skin

Is not perfect

It will never be

Whatever does that really mean

What is perfection

Purity is always refined

But flawless we should remain

My experience

Does not define me

Control

Or entrap me

Not a cage to hold me confined

This black and brittle world will not change me

Not amount of richest can by you class

No brand or product can construct true beauty

Nothing you do will hide the filth inside

Be beautiful

Be modest

Be bright

Be courageous

Be truthful

Be a lady refined

 

 

Wanderlust to Freedom


To wander through the lands and find to where my heart belongs,

Break free from shackles that have held tight from so long ago

Heart, soul, spirit, body all that is my being an more

Then whence had not one but all of these hid away never to be seen

My soul feels broken from all the shameful, bitter days

Each moment held below the surface deep, unable tot take breath

What shelter may I find in the beauty of the world surrounding me

No longer to linger in the wastes of yesterdays battles

A light will lead me forward into a brighter beyond

Shall we feel the hope that was once cut from my being

I find that even in my deplitated state I strive for something more

So now I wish to journey with no destination but the trail I shall walk

Wicked is Its Ways


Beautiful words drip vicariously from your lips, falling to the floor with the sting of poison

What hope is there with the boundaries of who you say you are

The dread of death lingers sickly upon the shadows you leave behind in your wake of destruction

Devastation is the name called out by the vial corpses spread beneath you feet

Shattered souls rising from the ashes destroyed by flames of purest hate

Whoa to those who remain in its presence as one who is corrupt by glory

Those who stumble in the war path of this one that ravages every living force it sees

All those bitter beings will understand dispair in the deepest of realms and in the worst of ways

Bound by Darkness, or Hidden Wings


Like a butterfly, one day I will emerge from this cocoon. Breaking free from the bindings entangling me. Wrapped around me so very tightly it seems unreal. No life could survive trapped behind those many layers. The simple caterpillar that I had been for so long, will vanish. Inching through life I did, each and every day. Taking whatever was thrown my way and using it to push on through. Always thinking myself small and useless and ugly. When the time came I felt this great pain. I found myself being covered from top to bottom. I couldn’t take life any more, I began to hide myself away. Surrounded by suffering, such agonizing pain courses through all that am. I begin to even question what that means, who am I? Does it even matter? Will it get better? Will it ever be worth it? These question may be answered when I finally emerge from my broken casing. Some day, perhaps I will see the beauty from all my pain. Then I will fly away, free from the darkness. I will soar into my dreams of a new and bright place. I will no longer be held to the earth by gravity. Some day soon, that will be me.

Fleeting Thoughts, Beautiful


Today

I just sat

Looking out at the world

Wondering

Trapped in thought

A flutter

My eyes are captured

A glance enamored   

Butterfly

Out of nowhere

Full of color

Flitting by

This beautiful dance in air

I was delightfully captured

How lovely

The world does have light

Life

How exquisite 

Markings, Reminders


Imprinted upon my very souls

Lines etched deeply in my heart

Carved by the times I didn’t have a way

Can you even imagine

An event so traumatic

The images play on repeat

As if they were yesterday

The tragedies of life can pile high

Taking away pieces of me

Leaving seemingly nothing left

You may be thinking

Just move on, get over it

Already

Not on hurt

Or even two

But maybe to scale

A hundred or so to begin with

Each a mark on my being

Trying to live

To not be defined by it all

To more than just survive

And give hope even to those who terrorized me

So every day I work it through

Try so so hard to let it go

To release the white knuckle grasp

Holding on for dear life

And through most of it

Not wanting to be alive

Death and darkness were my dearest friends

And now each day I battle

Taking back the stolen fields

The happenings of my sound mind

To revive a broken heart

Takes more than time

And the when is a point in my life

That is undefined

Can you at least just take my hand

Walk with me awhile

Along the shoreline

The battered land I reside in

Please love this unlovable piece

For this me is all I have

Mine Own Enemy


Deep in my mind

Lie dark and dreaded seeds

Burnt

Black with sorrow

Bitter happenings

Shaming

All a negative nurture

Blooming deception

My brain has turned against me

Breaking my will

With such a thought

A single word

Sent into horrors

Depths unknown

Fears unseen

All made up

In my silly mind

A past is a place to learn

Not live and grow

Especially in shadows

To fight this battle

A daily war

Is trying

I wish I could just sleep

Take away this trial

At least make me less weak

Save me

From myself

Just hope

For a better day

For the truth

Will set me free

I just want to be free

And safe

Truly safe

Take me home