The heart is the only thing we

keep giving away,

knowing it may be broken

over and over again.


You tended the garden of sadness

that was planted for you as a child.

The roots ran deep with sorrow

of the generations before.

The soil, rich with the despair of

a family secret,

you tried to plant more seeds of hope,

so that we would inherit

the fruits and flowers needed for our lives

to be brighter and richer than yours.


Well butter me up


eat me for breakfast.

I am toast for you.


You slithered into my world

and bit me while you smiled

knowing the venom would

leave me paralyzed.

There you waited,

until I was rendered immobile

and pounced on my life,

leaving bits strewn across the lawn.

My heart was left shredded,

my stomach filled with stone

that weighed me down

unable to move forward.

All I can see is this murky film

that has covered my eyes,

leaving the shapes around me

dark and sinister.

One day I will put myself back together,

one jigsaw puzzle piece at a time.

until the picture comes together

to form me. Again.

Some Days-Part 5

Thinking of the days long past;

the days I thought would never end

making me both sad and happy.

Some day are like this.

Some Days- Part 4


Waking to the sun of a new day;

with hopes of new paths and directions

taking us to exciting new destinations.

Some days are like this.


For fear of you seeing the real me,

I tend to hide in the safety of my well guarded mind.

Once in a while you will see me peak out the peep hole,

to check to see who is there.

If I trust you,  I may extend my hand through the cracked open door.

Be kind with the offering, as my barriers rarely break

and it can get lonely here all by myself.




via Daily Prompt: Tend