Sunday, March 10, 2013

A Passion, An Outlet


Writing has always been a passion of mine, an outlet if you will.  When I get excited, stressed, angry or sad I turn to blank pages to gather my thoughts.  Sometimes I am surprised at what I read after some time has passed.  There is no greater proof of growth than confronting the emotions of your past self and realizing how much you have changed, matured and emerged stronger than ever imaginable.

The following are a few gems that I recently discovered from years ago...

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I loved you enough to make a commitment
     Staying by your side for years
I loved you enough to call without fail
     No matter what my schedule said
I loved you enough to write long letters
     Pouring out my heart and soul
I loved you enough to wait up all night
     Worrying anxiously awaiting your reply
I loved you enough to hide your flaws
     No one knew what was deep down
I loved you enough to bury your secrets
     Not even a whisper escaped my lips
I loved you enough to keep on trying
     Pushing past the insecurities
I loved you enough to deal with the pain
     Thinking it would go away
I loved you enough to hope for change
     Never knowing what was to come

           …But you loved me enough to finally let me go…

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I’m dreaming of you in black and white
Returning to the days when all was right
When all that existed was simple and pure
Just the innocent love young souls endure

I’m dreaming of you in black and white
Recapturing the stars of that august night
Dancing above as we danced below
You held me close never wanting to let go

I’m dreaming of you in black and white
But even still your eyes shine bright
A smile to calm my heavy heart
Your voice alluring from the start

I’m dreaming of you in black and white
With nowhere else to turn in fright
My every dream so bittersweet
The reality harsh and full of deceit

I’m dreaming of you in black and white
Remembering you here if only in spite
This the last time I will see your face
All the forced dreams I must erase

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A thoughtless mind trying to think
Words streaming by unnoticed
Times like these shout failure
Give up and give in
Nothing left to hope for
Nothing left to give

When blank canvas appears
No brush strokes no color
It mocks me ever more
Just give up and give in
There’s nothing left to hope for
You have nothing left to give

The waiting keys below
Scream out to be taken
But notes do not appear
Just let me give up and give in
I have nothing left to hope for
There’s nothing left to give

My voice cannot speak out
Its volume will not reach
The phrases spoken far too quietly
Can’t I give up and give in
What is left to hope for
What is there left to give

This heart is my reason
Passion and desire overflow
It keeps me striving forward
Never give up or give in
There’s so much left to hope for
I have myself to give


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