Day: February 6, 2019
Conflict
Open And Vulnerable
“My love, won’t you show me
it’s okay to be vulnerable with you?”
Oh, but my love, I’m so tired. I’m so tired of professing my love in written words when I can barely speak them. I’m so tired of being trapped within my own fortified castle that I can’t show how much I’m falling apart. That I can’t reach out and find comfort in your arms. I’m so tired of fighting the ghosts that lurk in the shadows late at night. When I’m the only one awake to fight them. I’m so tired of being the one trying to hide my tears and flaws and all my scars. I’m so tired of fighting this war alone. So please, won’t you help me break down these walls and show me this isn’t something I need to do alone?
© Sarah Doughty
Show me how to
knock down these walls.
RIP Mrs. B
Your smile and your hugs
Always made me feel welcome
Whenever we’d meet
I just heard you’re now greeting
People at the pearly gates
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
There is within…
Poetry is the…
Our friends should…
Be bold enough…
Be sure and read this!
Unfounded – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
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“We’re going to have to let truth scream louder to our souls than the lies that have infected us.” Beth Moore
Unfounded
What’s not to like?
But you found a
thousand imperfections,
all unfounded and,
located in your unwillingness
to believe that you are
the jewel in the crown of my heart,
of which your greatest gift,
your unconditional love,
is the truest beauty of all.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Prismatic Embrace – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon
Thank you to the Bag Lady for the challenge.
Prismatic Embrace
The shortest walks can be the longest
when absence wounds and steals,
yet tonight
I faced my fear
and walked our walk alone,
the rain kissed softly.
just the right sort of melancholy,
and for a time I was abstracting puddles
and feeling my way,
till I noticed the light of your love,
a prismatic embrace,
reaching down to me.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com