Pending heartbreak

Disconnected and withdrawn; in my continued brokenness I still love.

I still manage to squeeze every single drop out.

Is it too much to ask for an ounce of concern?

I refuse to be needy.

It irks my soul to want someone to comfort me.

But

I need reassurance. Or do I?

Pride

I'm too proud to even feel it much less say it out loud.

Unbelievable until the words grace the atmosphere.

Courage.

To utter the words, so I write them instead.

I am afraid my voice will crack and the stillness will cover me like a blanket, filled with fear.

Fear, of rejection.

Fear of falling and not getting caught.

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Walk signal

The blackened sky promises more than just rain. The promise of complete destruction knocks on a frail, weathered door. Open door Close door Open door Half way Door falling of the hinges, fresh paint covering the mildew. Strange hands gripping the handle, almost loosening the last rusting screw. The blackened sky promises more than just rain. Syncing with the troubled wind, secretly hoping for the rain. Still The unknown, blackened sky promises more than just rain. Trust the wind, trust the promise of rain. Trust. Blue skies painted black with false hope and broken hearts. Misguided, falling for the promise of rain. Was it wrong to hope, for a little bit of rain?

BECOMING

What makes you, you? The unbecoming The Journey to Greatness The unloved Finding Love The Unholy Finding God The Undoing The Unlucky The Creating Walking Away and Finding Peace. What makes you, you.

I am the Sun

I am the sun. I rise, strong I stand, stronger with a purpose to shine. I am the sun. I set subtly and with power leaving behind a day’s worth of pain. A day’s worth of joy. A day worth remembering for a lifetime. I am the sun.

heart to heart

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