What Words May Come

What words may come
When they are indadequate to pour out the love from an aching vessel?

What words may come
When tears overflow from deepest caverns warmed by blood traversing?

What words may come
When the paradox of joyous dolor finds me paralyzed in ecstasy?

The answer lies simply upon my cheeks:
That my words are made of tears.

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Unrequited

Unrequited sentiments fall gently,
In the truth of a moment in time.
Perfection for but a short interlude,
Punctuating the complexity of life’s struggles.
The intricacy of emotion comes not undone…
Rather, sentiments are placed gingerly on a high shelf.
Pausing, she sighs deeply yet contentedly.
Her lover was never truly close enough to touch.

Feeling.

Aching.
For a past with a different future.
Hoping.
For decisions that come easily.
Striving.
For balance and harmony.
Wanting.
An unrealistic result.
Pining.
For understanding without judgment.
Realizing.
Apologies come too late.
Contenting.
Regrets serve no one.
Living.
With a desire to acquire wisdom.
Considering.
The opportunity in pain.
Appreciating.
The many joys and pleasures.
Imagining.
The panoramic potential.

There My Life Shall Follow

Where my heart resides,
There my life shall follow.
In pain, I’ll seize moments of joy.
In struggle, I’ll capitalize on strength.
In imbalance, I’ll be steadied by wisdom.
In confusion, I’ll recall resilience.
In emptiness, I’ll draw on possibility.
With confidence I’ll stand firm,
Guiding my heart purposefully,
Knowing my life will follow.