The Well

 A hole,

Surrounded by dirt,

Rain pours down on me,

Mud clings to me, alongside my white t-shirt.

Look to the sky,

I'm sinking.

The space around me is rapidly filling with hurricane rain.

Violent thunder shatters the silence.

The ground beneath my feet feels like quick sand, as the ground above me grows further and further away.

At first I claw at the sides of the hole, fighting with mud, twigs, and stones...

Aching to make my way out-

But eventually...

I give up.

Just as those before me did.

The ones that were consumed by the storm.

"I can float, or swim" I think,

But then quickly realize my clothes are so heavy from the mud and rain... they are stuck to my chilled skin.

So heavy, moving only makes it worse.

I gaze up at the sky,

Raindrops falling on my face.

In this moment I can't decipher the rain from my tears... 

My vision a blur-

I think I see stars... maybe the moon.

Maybe tonight I'll become one of those stars...

Maybe my fight will end, and I'll come out brighter on the other side.

I can only hope as I gasp, my very last breath.

My Son

 I hear your voice,

For the first time- 

It is distant, but familiar-

You are with me.

Tears fall from my eyes,

You say "Mom, mom, mom- I'm OK. I'm right here."

I try to catch my breath,

"I know baby, I know." but the pain still lingers in this lifetime.

You've been with me before, and we will be together again.

Your voice, that of my son, has come to me in a different form this lifetime. I beg the universe to reunite me with you- sooner than later.

So surreal- 

Hearing your voice in my head- from another realm,

My human body cannot comprehend,

but my soul so deeply knows.

You are my baby boy, my green eyed love, the soul of my son.

Will we meet again in this lifetime? 

Or will I have to wait until the next? 

My soul longs to hold you in my arms, hold you close to my chest, watch your chest rise and fall while listening to your heartbeat.

You are with me.

You are a part of me.

You surround me in love and light.

I love you.

Your Eyes

 She has your eyes,

Eyes that I'll fiercely protect until my days come to an end.

Seas of blue, curiosity, and wonder.

Eyes of adventure and light.

She has your eyes,

Soft and gentle,

Eyes that want to see the best in people, 

Eyes that see goodness in evil, and beauty in pain. 

She has your eyes,

Eyes where I see family, friendship, and faith. 

I see you in her, 

I see the skies in your eyes, I see hope in your eyes, I see joy in your eyes. 

I see a painful journey, with a glorious rebirth - a rebirth that has allowed her to see you; purely, and in your glowing, magnetic field. 

God gave her your eyes,

So that she can see what love looks like, so she can find moments of clarity, so she can gaze into the face of adventure fearlessly and with confidence. 

God gave her your eyes so she can see with an open mind and an open heart. 

God gave her your eyes 🤍

Fine Sunday

 What a fine Sunday,

Drinking coffee like wine

Wonderin' if one day, you'll 

Maybe be mine

Twisted and teathered by the stories I love,

Cursing the heavens and the Man up above

What if maybe baby...

You can call me crazy

All this pressure made me

Fall from grace

All the People You Could've Known

 So many strangers you could've known.

Their lives a little less bright, but they won't know the difference. 

What a shame they won't know the love I know-

The smile that I know-

The kind eyes that I know.

They should be envious,

But I can't blame them-

They don't know better.

They didn't weather the storm,

To know the sunshine, like I did.

They're reveling in their ignorant bliss-

Joke's on them, for what they've missed.

But I don't fault them.

All the people you could've known-

Robbed of unconditional love- 

But I'll try my best to show them.

It's a shame,

They know your name,

But not your warmth or your glow.

I'll try to grow-

And touch all of the people you could've known.

...

 I am terrified.

Terrified of myself.

Terrified of my love.

Terrified of my feelings.

Terrified of my future.

Just

Fucking

Terrified.

All because I love.

What is made from love?

 What is made from love? 

Art that provokes,

Words that intrigue-

A home that's warm, and inviting. 

What is made from love? 

A family chosen,

Or blood-

A child born into the loving arms of parents. 

A bond, unbreakable for lifetimes.

What is made from love?

Food that nourishes the soul,

A secret family recipe. 

What is made from love? 

Laughter turned to tears,

Memories of midnight stargazing,

And traveling for years. 

What is made from love?

A dream, that manifests.

A lifelong adventure,

A quiet night's rest. 

What is made of love?

The comfort of a pet-

A song that you birth by humming,

A poem.

What is made of love? 

The stardust in the sky,

The same stardust that makes up you and I.