The trees reach out their arms to guide you,
gently along your path.
And once you get going,
there is no going back.
There’s a whisper humming through the foliage
luring you farther in.
And once you see it,
you can’t unsee it and
your love with nature begins.
There’s something about standing on something
that was here, way before you were.
Something about staring at a sun,
that sets your life alight.
Something about the silence,
so far away from a highway.
So get lost,
breathe it in.
This is just the beginning.
Soft whispers tugging at the corner of eager eyes.
Gnarled fingers running through tousled hair.
Rough hands wiping away tears, staining her face.
“I love you”
The only thing she needed to hear in the midst of silence.
The three words to stop her,
dead in her tracks.
Words that don’t quite match up to actions,
Actions that don’t quite match up to the words.
A cacophony of lies litter the floor like broken glass
Stabbing the remnants of a love gone wrong.
No words that make you feel alive.
No gut-wrenching passages that make you fall in love
or hate someone who broke your heart.
Just empty space,
a shaky hand hovering over a blank paper.
Eager fingers typing nonsense onto a computer screen, humming with life.
Falling asleep cast in the light of a screen,
waking up only to find that you held the nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
down too long.
No signs of intelligent life here, folks.
This is a writer’s block zone and
Take the knife,
slide it across the flesh,
reach inside and
cut the cancer out.
Reach inside and
cut out the “I hate you’s” the
“I don’t love you’s” and the
black masses that are taking over your heart,
your soul, your light.
Cutting the cancer out,
Escaping from the past and never looking back,
Smashing the looking glass and
hoping for the best.
Separate yourself from the evil,
remove that empty feeling, creeping through your body.
Don’t turn around and don’t stop now.
Once you’ve started,
you simply can’t go back.
One day, she opened her eyes
and everything made sense.
The tossing and turning, endless nights spent
battling demons she had no clue
That’s when she learned,
the monsters weren’t in her closet,
they weren’t under her bed or hiding behind the shower curtain.
They walked among her,
waiting for just the right moment to