“It Gets Better”

There are tears, and there will continue to be tears
In those tears is understanding
and release
of emotions too powerful to hold in.
There is pain, and there will continue to be pain
With that pain comes focus
and clarity
and determination to overcome it.
It gets better
isn’t just a platitude.
It really will, day by day
step by step and moment by moment
if we only open ourselves
to the healing.

This is my attempt to answer the prompt today at With Real Toads.


for a time
I basked in the rapture of your attention
reveled in it
believing it was mine to hold
but with irrational infatuation comes a fall
into unsheltered understanding
a revelation of reality
an unmitigated grief which threatens

such heartache
while devastating
is temporary
it’s ephemeral except in my heart
so don’t blame me now
for trying to raise myself
above the hurt
for putting you behind me
and moving on

“Sweet Misery”

Why do we love?
Why open our hearts and souls to be stolen and shattered?
Would it not be safer to remain alone,
to construct strong walls
and hide within them
protected from Cupid’s arrows?
Why do we expose ourselves to the possibility of pain?
Allow our very spirit to be crushed
by the very thing we crave?
We know it will bring us such agony
and yet we hunger for it
seek it out
endlessly expose ourselves
to self-inflicted defeat.
Love is agony
and yet it is such sweet misery.

Written in response to Kerry’s Wednesday Challenge at With Real Toads’, asking us to explore existentialism.

“Somewhere Along the Way”

Somewhere along the way
I lost the power to make myself happy.

I don’t know how it came to be
or how long it’s been that way.
I only know that it has left me sinking
flailing wildly
reaching for a hand to hold.

Somewhere along the way
I stopped taking control of my own destiny.

Now I’m afraid I don’t know how
to continue living.
I only know how to exist
how to reflect the glow of someone else
not how to shine with my own brilliant light.