Just a stray

I guess I’m trying to find my way

In a world I always feel stray

Wandering and wondering each day

If I’ll ever find my way

Just a stray

I guess I’m trying to find my way

In a world I always feel stray

Wandering and wondering each day

If I’ll ever find my way

One

Dripping down

One drop

One leaf

It’s coming down

Falling down

Quietly

A change of pace

Slow to a stop

A moment

Dark reflections and introspections

Isn’t it interesting when realities become nightmares.

 I toss and turn at night, crying in my sleep as my heart rebreaks in a dream. Mind of mine, let me lay in peace. I do not wish for his face to haunt me and I do not wish for the future to taunt me. Let me rest. Let me recover. Life is challenging enough without your dark reflections and introspections. 

I wish to lay still; to be still.

Exactly Who I Want Be

I laugh with tears in my eyes.

It is what I have realized, never what I expected.

I can be exactly who I want to be.

And how is this something I could not see?

It is you with me, and doing what I need, to be exactly who I want to be.

Confounded by the limitations and the can nots and must nots, I failed to see.

I can be exactly who I want to be.

Wickedness

This is my world
Colored with rainbows and sunshine
Colored with shadows and rain
This world is mine
Thriving with innovation
Thriving with deprivation
This world – internalized
Dying with old age and excitements
Dying with abuse and pollutants

Have you noticed..

What is my obsession with time
Every moment tracked and monitored
I keep tabs on myself
Not to waste this oh so precious time
But am I not wasting it by tracking it?
A moment passes with each glance towards a clock
An hour passed as I scribbled my schedule
What is my obsession with time
This illusion we share
It controls me as I attempt to control it

Cease to exist

So who am I
If my word is not spoken
Does my story persist
If my voice is broken
So who am I
If nameless I remain
My ideas cease to exist
My lips abstain
So who am I
A body of pain
Intelligence dismissed
No truth to explain
So who am I

My oldest foe

Bring to me my soul, dear heart ache. Where have you hidden me under this heart break. I wish to find me, so heartache reveal all you know. After all, you are my oldest foe. What have you learned, holding me close? You must show, for it is I that I do not know. Heart ache, familiar enemy, tell me where you’ve hidden me.

She Cried Why

Freestyle with my ukulele. A story of child abuse.