footfall

one foot goes in front,
the other should follow,
as i walk forward,
avoiding the wallow.
sometimes i stumble,
sometimes i fall,
but even as i mumble,
i know that this is not all.

until

a flood of tears cannot stop the pain,
a torrent of fears cannot stop the rain,
a spate of heartache conquers all,
i hold onto the sides,
as i begin to fall,
the tumbling downward will never cease,
until it reaches bottom, and then finds peace

i feel the breeze

I feel the breeze
Of the door opening
And closing
It has been doing so
For awhile
As I have been dozing
The air is not fresh
The air is not soft
But I feel myself
Being born aloft
Where am i
Who am i
What is going on here
The earth is still moving
And coming so near

m-t

as our holy season comes to a close,
it is time to reflect upon all of those,
who do not have a warm meal,
or a place to go,
with empty lives
filled with days so slow.
at odds with a world
at odds with itself,
clinging onto what is left
of their mental health.

i do not

i do not feel what you feel,
but i believe in you
and i know it is real.
i will not sit in judgement here,
i hear your words,
and they are very clear.
feelings are not facts to be disputed,
they are not for debate or to be refuted.

love

love, the gift that does not cost a cent, too hard to come by, too easily spent

i am me

am me
and you are you
sometimes we
are different
in what we say and do
but our hearts are
joined and entwined
whether or not
we agree on
what the other
opined.
we learn, we grow
there is always more
to know.
with eyes open wide
we let all the good
go inside
while weeding out the bad
there is so much out there
to be had
hold my hand, day and night
and we will be alright