Wanderlust

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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.

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For you

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
to live.
to love.

For the decision you make
day after day to keep hope
within reach
and let go of grief,
for the honest tears you’ve shed
so openly with yourself
and the mountains you climbed
on your way
to peace;
For your eyes and lips
and ears and fingertips
and hot breath in your lungs
for staying present
through it all;
For what was
what is
and what will be.
for growth.
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.
For rebirth.
For you.

What type of warrior are you?

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. 

cruising

windows down

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,

I’m everywhere

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

until then,

you can find me cruising

with a head full of dreams.

for those who have forgotten how to dream

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.

and you?

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.

 

we’re in this together

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.