Endless Words, Endless Opportunities, Forever Poetry

 Sometimes someone walks into your darkness and brings a source of light. Other times someone simply sits with you in the dark thus making you realize perhaps your darkness isn't a place to be feared.  A rarity it is that a person can embody both. A gift when you find someone who loves you purely, unselfishly, thus together planting a flourishing garden from the seeds of the darkness. Who knew out of darkness could emerge such a beautiful life. 

 All roses have thorns Each thorn a mark of the journey Each thorn a sign of growth  A sign of perseverance  A sign of strength The thorns protect the delicate flower   If it weren't for the thorns, the beautiful flower above would never blossom People are like roses in a way  Perhaps our thorns are what allow us to be beautiful  Perhaps what some call imperfections are actually our greatest strengths for survival   

 And in that moment she died.  This death was not physical, it psychological and borderline spiritual.  This death freed her of all the chains that tried to hold her below Death rid her of the pain and baggage she had been carrying giving her instead intense determination  With one final dagger to her heart she set what once was on fire  As the flames rose so did she, a new being  Out of the flames came a woman with no fear With her once soft heart turned cold, no man would ever break her again.  She would sit on her thrown atop the ashes and rule her empire as the queen she was born to be. 

 You wanted me to forget myself  You tried to reinvent me in your twisted schemes to fit your mold You almost succeeded Almost…. I rose up and fire burned in your eyes, how dare I come against you I remember my worth, how dare I Your fury burned against me You hard never lost before, your victims ghost of the past haunted by you still I refused to be another ghost I rose up  Now you are nothing but a ghost in my past, but you don’t haunt me You melted away into oblivion never to be see again All because I rose up

 The ocean calls my name I hear her song clear as day calling me  She calls a song of freedom She promises a peace that transcends all understanding  I hear her call and yet I cannot go I am grounded in the sand afraid As the waves come closer beckoning to me, I begin to question what holds me back after all The waves envelope me in their presence and make me weightless  I have found my freedom in the vastness of the sea When you feel the waves calling to you, remember me Join the sea and find your peace

 You don't know what I'm feeling because you don't care to ask. Even if you asked you'd still be at a loss. Loss of words, loss of expression, loss of all emotion. Why? You lost the best thing that ever happened to you based on a fleeting feeling and feelings unfelt.