Let’s get away.
Away from all the to-do’s and must-haves and shoulds that the world seems to constantly want to shove into our days. Away from schedules and alarm clocks.
I want to fall asleep under a starry sky held tight in your arms and wake up with your breath still hot on my neck. Let’s just go, follow the dirt road until we can’t anymore, until the river turns into a creek, until the air gets crisp, until we find the perfect spot to lose track of time. And then let’s stay there for a bit, immersed in the magic of it all, just you and me and the sunshine and the breeze and this life we have built. Darling, let’s go away for some time and live as if we’ve never known pain before. As if we’ve never been strangers to one another at one point in time. As if all we have is this moment, right here, right now, with the sun in our eyes and so much hope in our hearts for everything that’s still to come.
For the dark corners
you have learned to embrace
and the soft spaces
you still keep;
for the fragile strength
that has carried you through
and the bravery you’ve shown
when you stared death in the face
and chose instead
For the decision you make
day after day to keep hope
and let go of grief,
for the honest tears you’ve shed
so openly with yourself
and the mountains you climbed
on your way
For your eyes and lips
and ears and fingertips
and hot breath in your lungs
for staying present
through it all;
For what was
and what will be.
For the voice you birthed from the pain
and for the courage you’ve found to walk away
and let the past
die for good.
For Spring after Winter.
For the light in the darkness.
I’m filling in my bones
growing past the shell
my skin taut with
strength and hope
my mind wild with dreams
and my heart
Another dagger in the heart
You’d think by now that
I’d have learned how
to use my shield,
how to wield my sword…
Guess I’m just not
the type of warrior
who fights off love.
my roots wandering through the mountain peaks
searching for nothing but
a home in a heart
the road goes on and on
and I wonder how far it’ll take me the next time around,
the next trip around the sun
but for now,
and nowhere to be found
traveling without directions because
strength has become my compass
and I’m certain it’ll get me exactly where
it is that I’m meant to be
you can find me cruising
with a head full of dreams.
isn’t it sad that as adults we have to learn how to dream again?
when do we lose our innocence and start abandoning hope?
when does it happen, exactly?
is it between 9 and 12? between fairy tales and the first heartbreak? between sleepovers and school dances held in empty gymnasiums that always felt so packed and scary back then?
when do we tell ourselves to buckle up, to settle down? When do we convince ourselves that misery is just yet another part of life?
when do we switch the “someday I will change the world” for “I just can’t.”?
when the proverbial old shoe drops, does it fall on our heads?
WHY HAVE WE FORGOTTEN HOW TO DREAM?
and why do we keep acting as if love isn’t enough, as if love is an out of this world experience reserved for a few lucky ones, but certainly not us?
why do we grow up and suddenly stop seeing our own light and recognizing our divine and start coveting instead the tiny spark we find in others?
somewhere between the years, between then and now, we abandon our dreams like marbles, letting them roll away as they please.
Some even leave them locked up tight in a drawer in the basement of a home they plan never to return to again.
out of sight, out of mind.
But why do we also forget of all the dreams come true? and when we start losing faith, is that also when we begin to tell ourselves that we’re all alone?
the world needs dreamers.
the world needs those who can find light in its absence, those who see white in black, those who still wish upon a falling star;
the world needs for more of the poor to become rich so that money can turn gratefulness into our currency, peace into the spoken language, and love the only truth we seek.
Do not let anyone convince you that every single desire in your heart cannot be met.
You can have it all.
All you need to do is teach yourself to dream again.
been spending more time than usual
listening to the familiar,
coming home to myself,
healing the scabs instead of picking at them;
been keeping my words on lips
and lined pages, been investing
in the power of my lungs and strength
of my heart;
been keeping my tears safe
and my mind wild,
been living the love I have yet to have
and holding on to the hope that everything that’s been
just precedes even better days.
what do they know
about living life without insurance
without a guarantee that things will
eventually fall together
instead of just falling apart
why can’t they find the humor we see
in a savings account and
what a saving grace that indeed would be
but we don’t get security
we get pray the pain away
keep the tears in
because we have to fight another day
They can’t see it
but for us, life is a battle
there’s a silent sadness we carry
between the lottery tickets and cash for a week’s
worth of groceries we try to keep stashed
in our wallet of hope.
1, 2, 3…
I count the days
wondering if maybe
it’s time for me
to give up
I promise to love you for exactly who you are
all your nooks and crannies,
all the white lies you’ll say to spare me,
and even the darkness you carry in your heart
for without it there would’ve never been light
and we wouldn’t have met
because the darkness I used to have
I know you once had it, too.