I always knew I lucked out in life. Because my mom Never failed to hug And kiss me, goodnight. She worked until her Hands would bleed, So that she could give us Everything we needed. I never went hungry Because she sacrificed and Suffered working endlessly In the Flordia heat and humidity. I never once had a doubt that She would always love me. Whenever life tried to drown me Her hand was there to rescue me. Guiding my way, showing me The woman I would come to be. I will always remember The way she smiled When she was proud of me. Or the way her voice sounded As she comforted me. My mom taught me To never let someone mistreat me. To stand up for the weak And to always be the me, I want to be. My mother was my guiding light. The angel who gave me life. Her strength and ability to survive Will live on within me. Though God has called her home, I know that my mother will Never truly be away from me. Because she made me Everything that I will be. And I know that she is proud of me. Because my mother's daughter Is who I will always be.
There is no word For the ones like me. No name to justify Our right to pain. No vows, or wedding band. Only a promise upon our left hand. We are the widows without rings. Love stolen by fate. Widowed in heart But not in name. No expression to define our pain. Left alone on our own. We are merely the bereaved.
The day we met. I envied the sunshine And resented the wind. I wanted to be the breeze Kissing your cheek and the sun Caressing your golden skin. I'll never forget the way You took my breath away. Because I still don't remember How to breathe. Believe me when I say No matter what happens... No matter what life holds. No matter where we go. I'll always remember when I fell in love with you.
I've been described as jarring. I take it as a compliment. Because I live my life for me. And, I am not here To make others comfortable. I will rattle the Bones of all you know Before I sit meekly Within the crowd. Just one more faceless link In the system tearing us down.
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Autism to me Is little smiles And sweet baby giggles. Answering questions endlessly. Stack the kitchen cans and Play the song again please mommy. Humming and finger stimming, Silent "I love you's" Minecraft, Roblox and more. Days of meltdowns, IEPs. People who feel it's a disease Spreading ignorance across the world. It's more good days, than bad. Because to me, autism is two Little boys, I couldn't love more.
Resting my head on your chest Your fingers tangled in my hair. Falling in love, you and I. I memorize your scent And the taste of your kiss Lingering on my lips. Clearly, this is a memory I shall never forget. When all the world grows cold. I'll think of this night and All that it meant. When love was born On a moonless night From two hearts that have Only ever known lonely.
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If you were to ask me What I hate the most About heartbreak. I'd say it's the waves that I hate more than anything. Just as you claw your way Towards the surface. Pain lashing you with every breath. Another wave of agony hits you. Wave after wave of heartbreak Ravages you. Beating you into the ground. Leaving you sobbing, Screaming from the inside out. Desperately trying to hold the Pieces inside yourself. Wishing you would just drown.
The dire wolf is an amazing animal. And, I like the dire wolf Hold a ruthlessness inside of my soul.
When it comes to protecting those I love I will not hesitate to defend them from harm. I am relentless to protect them from pain. But somehow I forgot to love my own heart And in that forgetfulness I allowed It to be used deplorably.
Regardless of the brutal actions and misuse, It has remained kind and open. My heart though badly damaged Remained my heart. And not the heart of those who broke it.
I have learned my heart has worth And I will protect it with The same ruthlessness that I protect all those I love. Because I have finally learned How to love my own heart.
I hear a lot of people asking "Do you even know someone who has it?" Well, for me, today. Covid has a face And a name to go with it. It has a beautiful heart And an amazing soul that It has touched with its filth. A wife, a husband, a mother, a father, A grandfather, countless friends And two beautiful children Stricken with fear. So the next time you wonder if Anyone "even has it?" They do. They are scared, Already considered The 1% with high risk. So, yes. Someone really does have it. And I can't even hug them and say Everything will be alright. So I hope you never experience The day covid gains A name to go with it.
Remember. Everything in our world requires A combination of day and night to survive. It is vital for maintaining the balance of life. All animals, plants, and humans have a role Within the circle of life. We need people who spread the light. But we also need those who make us Face the night. Only together can we create A way for the world to thrive.
I've never been one to Scamper away and hide. I ride into battle My head held high. If any should threaten The peace I created inside. I will rally my war cry. This heart of peace Is protected by The beast I keep inside.
Religious words fall from my trembling lips. Uncomfortable in my Non-believer's mouth. I keep trying to reach you. I don't know what else to do. None of them lead me to you. So, I figured what the hell... Maybe, if I pray... I'll be able to talk to you. Unfortunately, my words can't swim And my prayers drowned in the River of tears I cried for you. At night my dreams are haunted By breezes scented with Stetson cologne. Convincing me you must be here. So, I keep searching for you. Even though I can never find you.