Sunshine will soon shimmer.
The scorching sun will remind
us that we are at the mercy
of Mother Earth as Father Time
takes its course. It’s cold now,
but you just wait. Not before
long, the cold will grow old
and be gone. I see us feeling
more free in the coming weeks.
I can see new beams of love
coming from above. I know
there are good days ahead
with more light to be shed.
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.
I play our song
when I’m alone.
I hear our song
on my way home.
Track 24 plays
for all my days.
Our song will last
as long as I do.
Life goes fast,
but our song
slows the time.
I am happy
when I hear
our song. Dear,
it won’t be long.
We are strong.
I hear our song
and I think of us.
It brings me back
to a simpler time.
I hear our song
to just rewind –
to just unwind.
I keep our song
in my mind.
These words carry weight
only I can feel. There’s a heavy load
not easily shown. The pain you cause
is all too real. Your words weigh a lot,
although I do not. I feel awfully heavy,
but I’m moving steady. I hope to lose
this weight when I’m ready.
This weight has made me stronger
as your words help me now.
No matter what is said,
I don’t feel pressure. I don’t feel
this heavy load as I walk this road.
I’m used to this weight; it must be fate.
Your words may be heavy, but not to me.
I know these words will set me free.
I’ll never forget how to swim.
I’ll never forget this water I’m in.
Drifting away, I lost sight of the shore.
All night and day, I swim some more.
Powerful waves push me around.
I’ll do anything to not sink down.
As a kid, my feet touched the ground.
As an adult, I hear a different sound.
Bobbing up and down, I drift away.
Impossible to be found, I swim all day.
In a matter of years, this water got deeper.
This open water is a natural peace keeper.
I paddle through wakes for my own sake
as I swim to the deep end to meet my fate.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 