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The beginning of the end.


A face with a name and a smile
A heart with love so divine
A voice with an accent, she eloquently speaks
Words reel off on paper, her thoughts she screams.
Where do we look, when we want to find?
Who do we turn to, at the edge of losing our minds?
The vivid dreams played over and over again.
What do they mean?
When will they end?
The great escape is so hard to find.
Yet, being curled up in a ball can relieve all the pain that’s inside.
Pain.
Why do you torment me?
No warning!
Some warning.
Letting go, or giving in.
How do you know?
Anger?
Frustration?
Weakness?
Love?
Laughing at yourself, sometimes at the situation.
Foolish!
Maybe.
Stubbornness, pure pigheadedness!
My way or the highway?
Disappointment
Left to wonder, left to worry.
Giving up the dream, or what’s left of the dream.
It hard! So hard!
The jealousy
The possessiveness
Going back and forth
Confusing the whole process
Running out of time
Time
No time for anything
No time for me
Empty promises
Broken promises
Wondering if I know you?
That’s a silly question.
I know you because your dreams are my dreams.
Craving that ultimate sense of peace.
Divinity.
Forever working towards your goals.
Sacrificing.
Self-loving
Giving freely.
Loving others and sometimes too much.
Slowly drifting
Running
The excuses
Negative thoughts and words thrown at you.
Deficiencies highlighted
The shame
Stumbling over the words
Shocked!
No explanation
Blurred vision from uncontrolled tears
Salty, hot tears.
Disappointed
Hurt
The words didn’t come
The words couldn’t come
What now?
Repair?
Abandon?
Too many rude awakenings
Too many unexpected reactions
Lessons
Fight or surrender?
Retaliate or remain calm and humble?
Roll with the punches.
Smile
Relax
Laugh
Let life run its course
Let it be
Just, let it be.

Miki
Completed: 08/07/2012



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