I left before

I left before he needed to push away my hand clasping his tightly…

Knowing all the while that he could forget all that i would always remember…

Knowing i will regret not seeing through what he easily leaves behind…

I look back but see my shadow lingering…

Waiting for a chance that will never come.

Once

A wanderer met a healer

They felt their spark at once

And yet the healer’s glow hurt the wanderer’s eyes…

And the healer foresaw the circuitous journey of the wanderer…

And so the healer looked on hope

Yet the wanderer sought to wander once again.

He kissed her hand and wished her well…

“Maybe I’ll be back some day…”

And for once the healer felt the gaping wounds she always sought to heal.

I think I asked to feel…

I’m sorry I think I asked for you…

As broken and weary and lost as you are

I think I still asked for you.

I asked to feel what i have never felt before

And you crossed my path and lingered long enough for me to know what that is.

And while I can feel all this pain of letting you go… I know I am stronger and staying with you will only make you feel more than I ever could.

Hurt you more than I have ever hurt myself… And so I let you go even though you made me feel… And it felt so good to actually feel.

My vulnerability

My vulnerability, it lies naked in my verse and though my heart at times seems not to share as openly or soar. Its heady days of climbing those dizzying heights seem but a faded fragment of naivete… I seem to have found the courage to live in the moment and not be as wary of where it all may lead… Because even as my vulnerability stands bare… It no longer needs to feel ashamed.