Your breathing soft and steady
The ricochet of your heartbeat against my chest
the smell of your damp skin
the taste of your sweet lips
your eyes searching, alert and yet dreaming.
Your breathing soft and steady
The ricochet of your heartbeat against my chest
the smell of your damp skin
the taste of your sweet lips
your eyes searching, alert and yet dreaming.
I am a writer, first and foremost. I am a father, a son, a brother and a friend. My life may differ alot from yours, or it could be almost the same. I express mine through my writing. Please stay, I invite you to read on.
I awoke this morning renewed and relieved and yet some what worried.
How long before my life catches up with me?
I’ve haven’t felt this deep sense of completeness in a long time. I rubbed my eyes and turn over in bed. The warmth is comforting.
How soon before i’m cold again?
Must it be this way?
Alone
Watching the minute hand
falling from where i stand.
Withholding the grief
if ever so brief
from those all around me.
Cold
Shivering from all the rain
caused by incessant pain.
This feeling so rare
bringing despair
confusing the life out of me.
Afraid
Of the engulfing emptiness
and the deep sense of loneliness.
Wishing my mistake
to dissipate heartache,
Oh what will become of me?
Who can truly say they understand life? Is it the person who has lived a full one? Perhaps one who has seen the world, and met everyone in it. What about a new mother? Holding her baby for the first time. The newly married couple embarking on their honeymoon. The child who has just made their first best friend. A widowed man. A lonely girl. An injured soldier. A depressed grandmother who doesn’t see her family. Perhaps it’s the man looking for a reason to talk to that woman. Or that woman no longer in love with her husband. The two teenagers sick to their stomach on their first date. Anyone?
See to me life is all about the moments. And how those moments make us feel. They could be good moments, great moments. Moments where our hearts skip a beat. When you meet that special someone for the first time, and you know in the pit of your stomach, deep down inside, they are the one. Or when you hold your child for the first time. They squeeze your hand and cry, and yet your heart sings. Dancing at your daughters wedding, holding her close, not wanting to let go. Laughing at a lame joke. Crazy passionate lovemaking. Cool breezes, warm sunny rays. Sleeping in rainy days.
Of course, in life there are those bad moments. When we are in so much pain we wonder if we will ever recover. If our life will ever be the same. To love and not be loved in return. To give ourselves completely and be taken for granted. Feeling anger. Losing patience. Sleepless night in the dark. The death of a parent. The death of a child. The inexplicable wrong we cause to each other.
And yet all of this teaches us to live. Cause although we may never understand life to the fullest, moments teach us to live. To appreciate. To love. To conquer, to lose. To see our lives for what they really are. And to show us how to pass it along…
I am shy
not because I’m insecure
but because I’m powerful.
I cringe with despair
not because I fear death
but because I live for it.
I feel confused
not because I don’t understand
but only because I know better.
I love
not because i have to
but because i want to.
I live
not because I need to
but because it matters.
I look into the dreary clouds;
waiting.
Searching
For the sign i was once promised,
for the ultimate gift.
I feel the splash of rain;
hoping.
Wondering,
if it will ever come.
I smell the ocean wind;
dreaming.
Frantically,
losing all sense of comfort.
I’m warmed by the glowing sun;
suddenly.
Calming,
my ever-growing knot of despair.