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"Midnight Promises"

As I laid my head down,

Words ever so gently

caressed my face. He

soothed all anxiety and

made sense of all

thoughts. His inspirationally

delicious lips whispered

the sweetest of images

into my ear as I drifted to

ecstasy. I was enraptured

and certain his electric kiss

would linger 'til morning. I

at true peace; knowing

tomorrow's journey

would definitely greet me

with splendor, after all

the last words Words uttered

before I succumbed to blissful

exhaustion was a vow to

always be present.

Yet,

I awakened empty, bed

and brain abandoned. Promise

unfulfilled. My mind and heart

left to unscramble cryptic words

to spread across this page. 

If only I'd captured the moment

in the moment when the words

were plentiful, when thoughts

were clear, when the promise

and potential were true. If only

I'd captured the moment before

it was broken, before it faded

like they all do... if only...

But like the true writer I am,

muse or no muse, Words or

no Words, determined and

hope filled I grab my pen

and try my best to pen again.

* I've started a new challenge. This one is 35 to 35; meaning a 35 day countdown until I turn 35, however I seemed to have started 36 days out. Enjoy!

Some More Works

“Something to Be Said”

There is something to be said for

Having someone to decompress with.

Something to be said for having

Someone to have some form of

human physical contact with... There’s

Something to be said for having

Someone invested in you that

Isn't just your father or mother.

“Legacy”

If children learn from the actions of their parents

and their parents are PTSD sufferers are they not

raised to struggle with the same behaviors? Don’t

they then struggle to find normalcy in a world where

normal was stripped away? Where security of mind

never existed? And what then of their children's

offspring? Does the legacy of trauma fade or

is it a permanent ingredient in the milk? Why then

do we keep pretending that an incident in the past

has no impact later, that ancestors should forget

past hurts when the wound is still so freshly exposed?

“Hurt or Help”

Hurt seeks to hurt but I use it

as a source of sympathy. I

use it as a 6th sense to sense

the sensitivities of another. I hate

my own hurt enough to welcome it

if it helps me provide comfort. It is

my super human power, my ache

provides strength for others.