Shattered

My heart shattered into a million pieces.  A cliche’, I know.  But let me explain why I describe it this way.  I look at the cracks and count them one by one.  This one taught me this, that one taught me something else.  The one over there; bitter sweet memories.  Lessons learned.  Just another path in the road of life.  They twist and turn, sometimes backtracking.  Some intertwine.  I suspect, this one is where my heart and my head were at war.  I think that tiny one, almost too faint to see, is my First heartache.  Each crack, a spot where I let in the love, or an escape from the ravages of war.  Every one painful; but I wouldn’t trade them for anything.  The cracks and fissures are part of me.  They have molded me into the woman I am today.  Yes, I’ll keep my shattered heart.  I’ve grown quite fond of it.

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Wounded… — My Sword and Shield….

Please read this exceptional piece written by my new friend over at My Sword My Shield. His blog is a delight!  Be sure to visit!

I see you, Warrioress, even though the broken pieces of my heart won’t let me look into your blue eyes again I promise you I see you You, who are a slayer of dragons You, who has seen the sky fall You, who has spoken with the things that only whisper to me in the […]

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What Remains

You pulled away the masks, and I showed my true self.  It’s an image you adore.  You like the sass and the fight inside me.  You cheer whenever it’s brought to the surface.

Eventually, I threw away the masks.

But what remains?

You chipped away at the shields I had carried.  I thought they would keep me safe.  You told me I didn’t need them, and the shields were cast aside.

The walls were brought down too.  Brick by brick they fell away.

The dark corner that I had always retreated to for safety was now bathed in a glorious light.

What Remains?

What remains is a strong, confidant woman.  I no longer hide in the shadows.  I can now appreciate the fight and the sass in me.  I use it with abandon!  I stand proudly in the light and take what is rightfully mine.

I like who I am.

I am free.

I am enough.

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Seasons

*Some people come into our lives for a reason, some only for a season.

You came into my life in the Spring.

A New Beginning as we explored each other.

Love bloomed.

Summer found us in the heat.  Our love a flame; scorching

fanned by lust.

Fall quieted and cooled our passions.

There was a void; unspoken but there.

Winter froze our hearts.

By then the seasons had run their course.

We looked at the coming Spring for Love Anew.

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A Talk With Mom

Hi Mom.  Happy Mother’s Day.  I miss you.  This is a pretty setting.  I’m glad you have a place away from the road.

I wish that I could talk to you.  There are so many things I would share with you!

Dave & Bruce seem to be doing ok.  Dave has found a woman that he really loves.  They’ve been together for several years now.  Bruce & Janette have carved out a nice life for themselves.  They have a nice home; I think you would like it.  It’s in a beautiful area.

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Dream Vapor

Patter of rain drops

keep time

with my shuttered

heart

Grey of the day

matches my spirit

Vapor of

my dream

Lingers

Recapturing your

presence

A futile wish

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Capture

 

I breath you in

Eager to capture a part of you

A piece of you

I want to drink you down

Feel you wash over

my tongue

Warming my insides

I long to hold you

To remember the taste

of your lips

Let me

Cherish the moment

Relish the now

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