Poem: Hills of Time

Time is the enemy that we all have.

It is something that drives this life we live.

We try to run from it, but it always catches us.

That is why we this game is called life.

At some point the time will stop.

The darkness can no longer keep us safe.

The hill is only as tall as the mountain behind it.

The way to the top can also lead you to the bottom.

The wind will blow you one way.

It is up to us to figure out what to do with it.

One day could be today, and then tomorrow will never come.

This could be the end and all that is left to be done.

Poem: Homegoing

Dear my loves, I know you are crying right now, but please stop your tears.

You need the water to grow the spot that I will leave in your heart.

A spot that will take time to heal from the pain of losing me.

I know you may need to see my smile or feel the love I have for you.

Just know that it is there right inside of you.

It is just my time to head to my forever home.

Where I can see the ones that left before me.

The ones that love you as much as me.

This is not the way I wanted to say goodbye.

It was just my time to fly.

So, I ask once again please do not cry.

I am going home.

Where I will wait to see you once again.

Poem: Trees in the Fall

What does my pain mean to you?

Right now, I can say it means nothing at all.

If I say no you push and push until you get your way.

No matter how many times I say that I cannot do you what you ask.

My cries go unanswered like the trees going into the fall.

My branches are all but gone, yet you still ask for more.

I usually do what you say.

Now I am breaking like the last little tree down the way.

I ask for nothing and yet I am still wrong.

When I tell you no understand that is what I mean.

That my saying no is not meant to hurt you.

Those are just my leaves leaving my soul.

It is hurting me to let them fall.

I have no request and I have no answers.

As the leaves fall know that those are my tears.

Each leaf is tear I wish I did not have to shed.

Poem: Like Me

Lately I have been searching for ways to understand me.

I have tried to look deep inside and there is nothing.

To see, to feel and to love.

I have never love and I do not know how to love.

The only thing I know is I do not know the person I want to be.

The person that can stand tall and fight any mountain that keeps me from being me.

I do not like the person I see.

I do not like the person I am trying to be.

I just know I like the pain that I bring onto me.

The pain that runs deep into my soul that spills out all over me.

The truth is something that I cannot see.

 I no longer cry for the hurt I bring.

I just smile and pretend that I like the pain.

The truth remains is that I do not like me.

Could it be I just do not know me