There is a pain that stretches out over the eons, a constant unease, a weight that follows at your side - always a reminder that you are alive.

There is a love that cannot be altered, a hope that waits eternally in your heart’s backpocket, whispering, wondering - will we ever arrive?

There is a life that must be lived, a hundred songs to be sung, sighs to be filled with every gasp and release of reaching and holding to the only way we know how to exist.

Posted: June 25th, 2008 under Soliloque on Gabriel (poetic journey), my poetry.
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There he is with a glass burn in his chest,  twitching as he bites his nails raw,                                                 half asleep, half dreaming, half not there at all.

He’s such a beautiful boy, his joy is something to behold.                                                                                 Then the monster takes him by the core,                                                                                                           spins around the pain he’s managed to ignore.

Now I leave him pacing on his shore, smiling through his disappointment,                                                     wounded and mighty - plugging back into the curse that feeds him.

(written: 8/1/2007)

Posted: June 18th, 2008 under my poetry, my thoughts.
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