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: 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

Poem: Waiting

My love the time has come.

The time we all knew would be soon.

The time that has come for most, and now it is here for you.

I have met my faith and did what had to be done.

It is almost your time now, and finally you can see the sun.

The lights that have become harder to see will finally be clear.

The vison that has haunted most is now one that will no longer bring fear.

This is not a test, this is not a rest, this is just the next step.

I know you are scared, and wondering is this it?

The answer is yes, but do not fear.

You will find me waiting my dear.

I have looked out and over for many years counting down the days.

I know this is hurting them most, but this time I need you more.

We hoped that we would have more time to share with the ones you loved.

You had more than me and that is all I can think of.

This journey with you have been one that made dreams think that this was not real.

The journey is ending, and the start of the unknown is waiting.

Do not cry just know that I am waiting on the other side.