Old Poems & Trees

Saturday mornings are for browsing old poems from 2014 and looking at pictures of trees. Random, but a good combination if you ask me. I have never let anyone read my poems for a long time, it felt better that way. It still does. A lot of what I write is for me, to make sense of what is inside. It is not here for you, yet. So forgive me if it takes me another three years to share what I write today.  For now I need to hold them close.

But these want to be out here.

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You told me The first time  I was brave enough to show The pain I would only talked about

I thought you were safe and you weren’t I thought I could let go – and you stepped away

It broke my pride to need you like that. You broke my trust treating me like that.

My mistake. It’s okay. I went away , and fixed it. Came back stronger – free

And you tell me you missed me That you are crazy about me I tell you : me too

I don’t tell you It’s not okay to stand in my light When you don’t want to see where it came from

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Dreams come true in ways You don't believe they ever do I dreamt it up, then tore it down I gave it up but it stuck around

Dreams are true in ways That can never be denied or broken They can only be forgotten In order to be awoken

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There is divinity in me and a cage to put it in

It all depends on me do I trust it enough to rule my kingdom? Am I ready to let it run wild? Yes. Screams of Yesses. Was I ever not ready? Yes. Ask me. Ask what I do for a living? I can tell you now, now I live for the sacred

There is divinity in me and a land to let it roam free.

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