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 

Hit Me, Go Ahead

throw me down

then grab me up 

shake me violently 

twist my arm

and punch my gut 

hit me until i’m free 

of this pain 

that brings sharp rain

and bruises where you can’t see 

Lessons Learned

and sometimes

sometimes holes are filled
sometimes the light comes from within, flowing up and out
sometimes it stops time for you, and the beauty in the quiet can emerge
sometimes you give energy to those around you, letting them be there for you
sometimes these same hands grab you so that you stand on solid ground
sometimes this dimension has everything you need
sometimes...
sometimes...

-aq