Broken Home

Those who come from
broken homes know
they have hands
stronger than stone.
Some don’t know
about the broken
home. Those familiar
with functional families
are all too lucky. Only
some know about it –
the pain of picking
up pieces, putting
them all together,
and hoping they fit.
Those used to
being used have it
tough. Either way,
the broken home
can help others
build their own:
the way they want.
The thing about
a broken home
is that it can be
fixed. When love
is missed, fix
the home, I insist.

Without a Doubt

Without a doubt,
I love you.
I love the way you are.
Without a doubt,
you help the sun
come out.
I love the way
you are. Pretty
and witty.
I love that.
Without a doubt,
you make me
crazy – just crazy.
You make me
feel amazing.
Without a doubt,
you are my love.
You brighten
my day. I say,
without a doubt,
I love the way
you are. You
should know
my love for you
will always grow.

A Thoughtful Marathon

I think back to the times we had

Finding the source of what makes me sad.

I remember bits and pieces of us:

Memories I can’t completely trust.

I feel this pain cut so deep:

Haunting memories that won’t let me sleep.

I forget some things, but I remember most.

I still remember… that’s why I coast.

I can’t seem to break this thought

And what we had can’t be taught.

Your shadow casts as this pain lasts.

I run away to only see you;

I can’t escape no matter what I do.

I keep on running until I’m free

knowing these thoughts will never leave.

Hot Head

Beads of sweat build

On the surface of my face.

Eyes sweat filled.

No signs of shade.

Sun beams down,

Surprising me often.

It comes around

As my skin softens.

Oh, heat! Give me a break.

I’m becoming a hot head.

The sun I cannot shake

Turns white to red.

Oh, heat! Please be kind.

I sweat and I sweat.

Oh, sun! You’ll be fine

For it is time that you set.

Brace for Impact

Full speed ahead: Time is ticking.

Hold on tight: Time is flying.

Close your eyes to see what’s missing:

Open your ears to always be listening.

Recall your life the best you can.

There’s not much time. Believe me.

Call your friends and lend a hand

So in the end, you’ll be free.

The pain ahead – it’s very real:

So is the life I have lived.

As I get closer, I begin to feel

The misery I have missed.

There’s no stopping it: you live and die.

Your heart’s throbbing. It’ll be okay.

You’re confused; you ask why?

“It’ll be okay” is what I say.