Acceptance...

If in roses, I find thorns

In fear my heart throngs

If in love, I find pain

In doubt my heart drains

If in emotions, I find words

In depth my heart hoards

If in my soul, I find me

In acceptance my heart's free

Love someone...

Love someone, for love is real
Even if you have to stand and smile alone
Love someone, for who they are
Not what you hoped they would be
Love someone, inspite of love
You don't need a reason
Love someone, because you want to

Not to be loved back

Love someone, because you really do

Even if they don't

Wishing I...

Wishing I was new

Wishing I was different

Wishing I was free..

There are but a few

Moments left to lament

Every second up that tree

I'm alive

In every breadth of air

That you could less not care

I’m alive

In every break of the game

That comes back never the same

I’m alive

In every grain of dust

That you hold onto, if you must

I’m alive

It's not about...

It’s not about moving on
Or forgetting so fast
It’s not about feeling tight

Or regretting the past

It’s not about tumbling over
Or going through hell
It’s not about thinking crazy
Or the one thing you can’t spell

It’s not about just being happy
Or beating time
It’s not about feeling less burdened
Or trying to mime

It’s not about just saying it over and over
Or just keeping quiet
It’s not about reminding yourself
Or expecting what might….

It’s not about hiding oneself
Or showing your strength
It’s not about speaking out
Or walking an unbeatable length

It’s not about wanting to know
Or just being in the dark
It’s not about understanding somehow
Or making your mark

It’s not about meeting once too often
Or looking in the eye

It’s not about staying away
Or breathing a sigh

It’s not about playing around
Or just feeling helpless
It’s not about trying to guess
Or just being reckless

It’s not about being free
Or making it happen
It’s not about finding yourself
Or getting yourself dampen

It’s not about crying out loud
Or listening to that sound
It’s not about waging a war
Or trying to stay aground

It’s not about me writing this way
Or running away
It’s not about me learning to pray
For what the future might lay……….