Leaving you behind is not a easy thing to do. I unwillingly walk away from all that you once were. I unwillingly walk away from all that you’ll never be. This clock on the wall hangs frozen in time tells the story of your last goodbye.
Today I hit a brick wall. Ran smack face first into this wall. I took a step back to lick my wombs only to discover this wall stands 10 foot high so climbing over it is nearly impossible. Dynamic and dramatic as this situation is I can only appreciate the blinds that cover my eyes.
I seen her beautiful smile a thousand times over, in blue skies, in purple nights, in howling winds blows in scary delight. Her beautiful smile always standing watch like a lighthouse calling sailors home, protecting us from the upcoming storm. Her beautiful smile blocked all that is wrong with this scene. No shadows dance here only her beautiful light.
Dancing in the light seeing you for the first time it would seems but these eyes has seen many versions of you. My weary eyes grows tired now. Old and not what they use to be but I still can see you my love dancing in the light. The heaviness falls over these eyes I’m in a fight to keep them open struggling giving it all I can.
Looking through my rear view mirror what do these tired eyes see? Cars, trees, people speeding fast past me. The road ahead broken up concrete tell tales of the age that have seen many glories. This road zipping underneath my car the double yellow lines waving goodbye. I stare straight ahead realizing I’m looking into the future then I look back into the rear view mirror I see the past.
He appeared to be kind and compassionate. Finally seeing me as his equal, interested in only my occupational skills and not the physical. I accept the invitation to the promotion but little did I know this promotion will cost me.
Your tangy taste leaves me in chills. Just when I can’t get enough, that last drop savoring flavor it’s pure gold to my tongue. How did you get this good. Years and years of practice I guess. Perfecting that formula just right making your flavor such a delightful delight.
Dad is taking me on a magical journey. We’re going to get my magical glasses. Dad said wearing these special glasses I would be able to see the world differently. Seeing the world in different colors, I can watch them come alive.
Orange, red, yellow and green starts to appear. Streaking across the sky in rainbow formation. Puffy white clouds sits up taking audicence as the colors dancing competing to be seen. So beautiful if I can reach out will I be able to touch them. Colors across the sky boldly going where no one has dare to. I imagine Leprechauns performing a ceremonial dance excited, anticipating that pot of gold but does that really exists a pot at the end of the rainbow? The whole day I played with the world and it’s colors, exploring, imaging see the world differently.
Punching, Biting, Screaming, Kicking and Fighting I’m crushed under the heavy weight of your words. Ugly, Fat, Stupid, Useless, Weak are the words utter from your mouth. Every punch is like a knife cutting deeper and deeper until I can’t bleed no more. In grandeur style you draw back your bow ready for the kill carefully crafting your next move. Continue reading “Nostalgic Beauty Escapes You”
What came first the frog or the prince? It’s a question that has been asked many times but no one can seem to find a correct answer well as if there is one. Today blog post is inspired by that age old question “What came first the frog or the prince?”