The Real Me

the beast that is me

be glad you’ve escaped 

you knew not the monster 

that dwells deep in its cave 

I am told this is true 

people love you at a glance 

but when they get the real you

they regret they took the chance 

Gifted

For a reason I am still here
A living, breathing soul
For the LIFE of me I fear
That I may not ever know

What my true gift could be
Who I really matter to
What words could bring me
To heal the heart of you

Can I go now?

I am ready to go. 

To close my eyes and rest. 

To lay my heart down in peace. 

To help my body find its comfort, 

Its soul, its home.  

every inch not caring 

not restless for what it never receives 

and a final smile upon my lips 

my heart oblivious that it grieves