Fragment

I am in desperate need of an explaination I cannot solemnly provide. Life has denounced my soul a second time. I walk on abandoned fragments of once was whole, and still do I strengthen my will by carrying on and continue to only intensify the rippling affect that of my feet have brought.

Cracks that lie within the earth, are of my own mistakes. And of these cracks, I am torn apart. However, I am left with space to enrich and build onto; leaving help to discover what is deep down inside my fiery heart. To those who remain too close and endanger themselves, are splashed with molten emotion, and left to crackle into despair. Within the dead space between the enchanting nature of the world and the sheltered world of mine, there consists no obstacles as there are all obstacles. But only does the recognizing of yourself uplift when you are forced to reconcile with yourself. Our faces reflect from the presence of water, but only is my reflection worth dispensing after wasteful time of creating my ocean. I have nothing worth reflecting. If life were to captivate my soul, I would voluntarily allow it's waves to swallow me alive.

Decision

The entrance greets you. You take your first look and notice others rushing in; footprints left scattered and untouched across the dirt. You take your first step into the tall shadows as the sun slowly runs down your back. It becomes easier to willingly take the next step. You begin to walk between the walls of nature. Your first departure comes into play. One path is glistening with darkness while the other is worn from the exposed sunlight. You extend your touch to nature and drag your fingertips along. Each step takes you deeper into the decision made. You never notice the beauty of red until it's laying against your skin. The thorns of nature score marks on the outside surface while piercing the most vital organ...

Silence

Gentleness and kindness can make only I rage in silence, and that is why I keep quiet–for only months to go–so that I may not hurt others.  Only one true aspiration has me caught within envy, and to those with love or what is to be believed in as love, so effortless. ~

He is my gravitational pull of this love. I cannot simply slip away from his grasp, for the pull is too strong. But I cannot fully become one with him, for the earth is keeping us apart, at least for now. And I am scared. My heart is oh so very fragile. He has shown me without even realizing.. it is best to not only open your heart to one. If the key were to break, the heart would be untouchable. All emotions would be locked in un-exposure until the heart eventually shatters. But I restrain myself from giving in to such negativity. I am not one to look for happiness elsewhere while I have another keeping my heart warm within his own hands. But once the nightmare of words formulate a fear within, and those words formulate a reality too unbearable to face, there is no life to be lived. I apologize, I am no optimistic when I write. For someone who surrounds herself with poetry, I find it rather difficult to devote words to set in stone. If he were to lay his eyes upon words that I hold unsure of, hope of his would be lost with no intention of regaining his blinded sight. Darkness would overshadow him. Though, I only want to take his hand within mine and with love, strip him from his own shadow and fully expose him to the sunlight. Only then will his soul be sun-kissed with all that he wishes to feel.