Torn

How do you know which way to go
When you reach the fork in the road
Carrying all your worries and fears
Struggling with such a heavy load

Your brain says it knows what’s right
To chose the safest way
Your heart says that it knows the best
Choose the route that’s full of play

You stand there wondering what to do
Feeling so lost and confused
What if you make the wrong decision
And you end up being used

Then you think of just giving up
And you start to dig a hole
But you begin to feel an ache inside
Deep down in your soul

You know there’s someone out there
Who loves you with all his heart
But when you turn to go with him
You’ll be tearing someone else’s heart apart

No matter what you decide
There’s no real way to win
‘Cause someone you care about very much
Will be hurting in the end.

Handle with Care

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She wears a fragile sticker
Where others cannot see
Her heart seems to shatter
Her soul weeps bitterly
The contents of her inner self
Need gentle love and care
And every part needs comforting
Of this please be aware
Hold her close remembering
A feather-touch is best
Careful not to hold too tight
Is all that she requests…

Light in the Woods

Now is the time to let these dark woods spread
And show the light – marauders: trees advance.
For forests are prevailing, as the larch,
The ash, the virile oak grow slow. This chance
Has twisted lichens usher in the Spring,
Which they’ve been waiting for, while roots were bared
To winter’s worst. Now is the time! And let it bring
New strength that will ensure the heart has dared
To lift ideas to permeate the mind,
Pruning wild thought: let past thoughts disperse.
Dawn wakes us early. Sunshine is inclined
To catch our eyes and hold it; there is worse
Than the light in these woods, for as defined:
Now is the time.

Guardian

Comfort_by_shazzackeleeI haven’t posted in a couple of days so I figured I’d post something I wrote a while ago instead when I was getting out of an abusive marriage.  It came from a deep place within and I hope that someone out there can get something from it.  I hope you enjoy 🙂

Her guardian spirit weeps, for all they can do is stay near.

Tonight he is vile; her guardian is shedding the tears she can’t.  No longer does she have the will to fight: letting him shame her into submission.

Her guardian looks up at the gods and says “How much more of this?”

Silently the guardian folds their arms around the abused, singing sweet songs to soothe her battered soul.  The guardian looks in to the eyes and sees the emptiness there.

At one time this was a happy vibrant one, who laughed at the stars.  Once she had the laugh that embraced life’s song and she danced with the breeze — but now that is gone.

Her guardian keeps their watch but her pleas fall short.

But at night, when her tears fall and her sobs can be heard, she is wrapped in the strong loving arms and comforted and is never truly alone.