SAVE ME FROM MY SOLITUDE

Frozen in place.

Dripping tears for centuries.

Memories of a lifetime.

Praying for salvation.

A frown for eternity.

Will her tears sprout

a garden for the dead?

THE DEAD GAME 

WALK ALONE

WALK ALONE

We walk alone.

We may ask for help,

but no one understands our grief.

No one carries our problems.

This is a journey

we must do alone.

I’M FREE

mistymorrning

Floating in the dark of night

After birds have taken flight.

Out in the sea, I drift alone

Where no one else dares to roam.

Tears fall upon my face

As they increase their pace.

I am flooded with grief and despair.

I free my braid and cut chunks of hair.

I don’t need to be a beauty anymore.

He’s walked out of the proverbial door.

I am free to drift with the night or

Visit the depths of the ocean floor.

No one searches for me.

I take a step, I’m free.

LOST AND ALONE IN MY HEAD

Lost and alone in my head,
Can't fall asleep in my bed.
Waves crashing in my mind,
Death is all I can find.

Take a walk on the beach I'm told
To clear the cobwebs from their hold.
But here I'm alone with the surf,
Lost and alone on my own turf.

The boat's fog horn echoes my grief,
A loss profound beyond belief.
The soulful sound takes me away
To times more happy I can say.

To times when you held me
And told me you loved me.
Those times are gone for good,
Forget I know I should.

At night when I close my eyes to sleep,
All I can see is our love so deep.
As hard as I might try,
I can't let go and fly.

So here I walk on the beach,
Knowing you're out of my reach.
But still I yearn and burn
For a love I can't earn.

HOPE

Between the cacti grows flowers.
Amid the dryness sprouts life.
Spots of color to brighten the horizon.
In the midst of despair,
hope springs to life.
Life not only give us darkness,
but also gives us flashes of light to guide us
to better times ahead.
Here’s to hope!

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garakami:

Brooklyn Bridge by Gabriel Flores

We walk alone.
At times we ask for help.
But no one can understand our grief.
No one can carry our problems for us.
We must learn to stand on our own feet.
No one can do this for us.
It is a lonely journey,
but we must do it by ourselves.