Your loneliness was palpable Bitter regret on my tongue From all the lessons learned but forgotten All the forever’s that never happened I know I was not the salve you wanted A poor substitute for the lost soul of your dreams Instead of releasing you, I made it about me And it was never about me Yet to forgive myself has been the hardest lesson of all The beauty in forgiveness is my hope for the future So I am sorry
I release you
I release myself
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #259: Hope
Seeds of love scattered Blown by winds of emotion Clouds of teargas
All we have Is a few short minutes To be sons and daughters Fathers and mothers Friends and lovers There is no color No race No nation Only humanity Let us help each other To live our best lives In peace and compassion
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #235: Rant!
Out of the brine,
the earliest seems so other
Ordovician beauty lies
in the eyes of the beholder
Is it desire or rote primitive urges
that keep this living relic
part of our current web
To be reborn,
as the 450 million year old villain
of our motion picture nightmares
And what do they see of us
do we appear as angels or incubus?
We crawled out of the ocean too
In response to Patrick Jennings Pic and a Word Challenge #228: Otherness
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