As she
turned off
the old lamp
she caught
a glimpse
of her tired eyes
staring back
from the mirror
her life flashes
before her eyes
lifes regrets
fill her heart
her once
strong words
no longer
carry their weight
as she
closes her eyes
for another long
empty night
the final
cold winter
sets deep within
her bones
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Inner words
the words
twist and turn
inside of her
clawing
at her soul
beating
down her walls
slowly moving
through her veins
waiting
to be released
into the unknown
of this vast space
ready
to come alive
amongst the stars
to be splattered
upon these
once empty pages
Wings
may I fly
upon your wings
tonight?
I just can’t seem
to find my own
Just thinking
There are times in your life, that you sit back and think wow. You think about all the things you survived, when at a time you didn’t think you could. You think about the heart breaks, the ups and downs, the dark rainy days, the beautiful sunny ones and every day in between. You think about how awkward you’ve felt in your own skin over the years and at many points throughout your life. You think about what could have been, what should have been and what will be. You think about all the dreams you gave up on, about all the ones you still want and strive for. You think about the friends you’ve made, and how they’ve shaped you into a part of who you are. The ones you’ve lost and the ones who have drifted. All making a difference, in some way. You think of how time moves so quickly and it’s hard to keep up at times. Hard to hold on, when you feel your hanging from the edge of the earth.
And then you think, of how small we actually are in this vast space. How insignificant most things are. How much we could change just by starting with the person in the mirror. You think about what truly matters in this world, in this life.
Love one another but most importantly, love yourself. It all starts there.
The worn edges
he ran
his fingers
slowly and gently
over my past
tracing over
the broken lines
and kissing the
worn edges
of my heart
in this moment
the world stops
and his touch
fills every
void in my soul
Sometimes
It’s the clouds at times that remind me of you. The sun, the moon. The wind. The here and now. The past. Almost everything. Sometimes, there just aren’t enough words. But, you’re still gone and nothing can change that.

Hush
hush baby
please don’t
say a word
let the secrets
of the night
fill you
quietness falls
upon my lips
the bitter sweetness
of this moment
is all
I can taste
curtains closed
darkness finally
consumes me
and the dreams
they come
one by one
I allow
the silence
to have its space
between these
four walls
hush now
don’t say a word
The pages in between
you’re a book
I’ve never seen
I want to
read your truth
line by line
each letter
and every syllable
as your soul
bleeds upon
all the pages
in between
Stitched together
the most
delicate threads
stitch together
the most
beautiful souls
Words
they caress
the battered chords
that make up
my being
slowly strumming
my every curve
every solid line
they drip like liquid
down into
the deepest part
of my core
your words
collect
like raindrops
and fill
my once
empty soul