Love Letter…

Sometimes my life feels overwhelming.  Not just for the present but also for the past.  As unproductive as it is to let yesterday drain me, it is hard to prevent it from creeping in.  Hard shelled in my skin or guarded in my heart… there is always a door.
I weep to hear the walking wounded – they whisper under their breath – prayers for locked windows and no more revolving doors.  I feel their hurting hearts as they reach to prevent further damage to their already bleeding souls.

I beg for revolving doors.
Pain in: my journey in life
Pain out: to grow and change

I am not who I was – because of this past that sometimes haunts. Yes, I find moments where my back is breaking and my head feels  heavy and burdened.  I am not without my own wounded whispers to the sky.  My head and hands to the ground. Prayers for a road less traveled, but leading finally to a garden of plenty.

I am not who I was – because of you.  Each thread weaving through my structure.  Strengthening moments and equipping me for a brighter future.  I get wound up in words and covered in emotion within our oceanside.  Beneath the sand there is something for each of us.  Buried then, now uncovered.  Shovel in your hand and bucket in mine… we find our treasure.
Darkness presses, but it no longer prevails.  I find closure in my wounds and a new peace in my defeats.  There are hands that reach for me. Pull me to where I need to be. For you I write this

Love Letter…

It sounds like love
That beats our distance away
Rhythm beguiling rhyme
Reason throwing out time

Patching my wounded little heart
Filling the space between

You lover

Are nothing short of a dream

Making my past seem less painful
My heart seem less beaten

It reads like a love song
Flowing in perfect motion
Sung with Angelic grace

Your dream intoxicating bliss
I need nothing

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