when I feel alone.

A place where I feel safe,

 that I can call my own.

It is a place inside myself,

where no one else can see…

A place that only I know

 holds the true and real me.

If anyone gets in there,

if someone should break through…

I know that this will really be,

a love for me that’s true.

Until someone can see

 into the corners of your soul…

the ones you have around you now

will never make you whole.

here upon this earth.

Midst the pain & chaos…

it’s hard to find your worth.

He had a lot of heartache…

troubles, doubts & sorrows.

Until finally one day,

he could face no more tomorrows.

My father used to call me,

to see what’s going on.

Now he doesn’t do that…

that’s because he’s gone.

He is in a better place…

a safer place at best.

Somewhere where his heart

can finally stop and take a rest.

all the times I sit and cry.

For all the days I wait in vain

are you feeling any pain?

Do you stop to look around

and wonder what I’m doing now?

Every day that passes by

that you never even try

Don’t you think it’ll be too late?

Or are you ceratin that I’ll wait?

Could it be that you don’t care

Whether or not I’m still here?

Whether I am still in love

or that it’s you I’m thinking of.

Does it matter in the end

that we are not even friends?

Surely it meant more to you

than to leave it at ‘we’re through’.

Still I have to wonder why

with all the time that passes by.

Maybe you for sure don’t know

that is WHY I had to go.

So with that I walk away

and leave you sit another day.

Til the time when you will see

what it is you feel for me.

Deep inside I feel a pain

something I cannot explain.

Pain of loss & of dismay

that we could let this slip away.

If you love me and you know

Now’s the time for you to show

If you don’t then show that too

so I can just get over you!

What will I take with me going forward?

After tomorrow & beyond this week,

into next year & perhaps for a lifetime…

What are the lessons I have learned

just by having lived today?

If only I have realized what a blessing it was

to have been given this day at all…

That would be enough.

and watch the wind blow through

the long grass that grows at the edge of the sand.

Boats come & go on this mighty river.

Day & night,  carrying precious cargo.

Transporting goods to & from far away lands.

Such a peaceful yet powerful & majestic phenomenon

this river of life.

Fish swim in it…

Birds dive into it…

Logs drift along it, lazily in the afternoon sun.

Each day without question the tide rises & falls

just as the sun also rises & sets over the banks

of this tireless waterway, this river of life.

Then soon enough the sunset comes and brings us back to night.

There are folks who live in darkness & those who need the sun,

Day & night speaks differently to each & every one.

The colors of the rainbow or the blueness of the sky,

Are things we all can just accept and never question why?

The miracles that they are, although they’ve always been,

are things although spectacular that each of us has seen.

The wonder of our very lives & each & every day,

Is something we should hold on to & never throw away.

Cherish every moment & if you can do this,

Nothing will be so minute that even you won’t miss!

Life is energy coupled with fate.

Each day a blessing, if the truth be told.

Like the end of a rainbow & its’ pot of Gold.

We’ve only to look & then we can see

the treasures that wait for you & for me.

But sometimes we stumble & wander all blind,

not noticing clearly the gifts we could find.

If only we opened our hearts & our eyes

to capture the magic beneath the disguise.

For each cloudy day has a glimmer of light

& morning will come after darkest of nights.

Just hold on to Faith & always Believe,

the world can be yours if you learn to Receive.

because you are not here.

Missing you…

because you ‘are’ here but not close enough.

Not close enough to my heart.

Not close enough to look into my eyes

and ‘really’ see ME.

To KNOW me…who I AM.

Missing what I have been striving for

but never really had.

Still waiting for something, anything

to feel ‘right’.

Wanting… needing ‘something’

never knowing ‘what’.

Well, perhaps knowing but never

‘really’ knowing ‘what’.

Missing someone who was

never ‘really’ there.

Always ‘there’ but somehow just out of reach.

Beyond the grasp of my outstretched arms.

Missing you.

Not because you’re not here

but because you are ‘here’.

But ‘really’….NOT.

Piled along the shores.

Carelessley scattered amongst the rocks and grass.

Dropped by the ebbing tide along the water’s edge.

Each day new pieces arrive and old ones are taken away…

back out to sea to find a new resting place,

on a distant shore.

Driftwood, bobbing along.

Shiny and wet…catching the sun’s rays.

Seagulls perched upon logs to catch a ride along the water.

Lazily drifting….rolling on the waves.

Floating, careless and free.

Stopping wherever, whenever…

if only for a brief rest and then off

to the next destination.

Drifting, like wood…

like driftwood…

sounds like fun to me!

To open up your heart, and see what’s deep inside;

to stand and face the truth, instead of running off to hide.

Every time we do this, each time we take a stand;

we learn to overcome any ‘fear’ that is at hand.

The fear that rules our thoughts, our actions and our mind;

can easily be cast aside with the courage we will find.

If only we just stop to look at what we truly know;

our spirits crying out to us, and calling us to grow.

But often we don’t hear it, or sometimes don’t pay heed;

and a soul that is neglected is a sorry soul indeed.

We have but just to listen and let OUR feelings flow;

and soon it will be clear to us and everyone we know;

That we have really taken steps to follow our true calling;

and the Faith we find in our OWN heart will keep our self from falling.