ends

Banana splits
and then you're full
Sun sand and fun
sunburn sunset

Cartwheels and
downward spirals

I'm starting to see
life
truth
It isn't all birthday cake
BUt it isn't all just
a flake of snow
melting on your mitten

In fact, especially
when you become quite smitten
it becomes richer fuller stronger
but the pain digs deeper
lasts longer

WHat a strange sight
I cry to take it all in
and why I must sleep at night
to visit
to dream
to fly
to get caught up in it all

THe beauty
the hope
the tears
sometimes it just doesn't last
enough years.

I'm glad I dont know
the future
it remains unseen
but then again knowing
would it change how we dream?

Would we awaken to the passing time
would we open our eyes and stare life in the face?
No.
I think we'd run and hide.

Not wanting to believe what is true
is worse than not knowing.

No matter how painful.
Life truly is a gift
as sweet smelling as a rose
without the thorns from which it grew

How could I have ever met you?

Is this a worthwhile price to pay?
Is it worth all the time we stay
too long, in the wrong place
not long enough in peace.

Is it the struggle that
makes it all balance out?

Such a tight rope walking
such a thin line crossing
is it really going to last?
Never.. because it all
eventually

d i s s o l v e s

only to be rebuilt
from the ashes

and like questions
asked again
there is something leftover
from what came before

and something new
adding freshness.

Where you put yourself
and your heart

matters

not always where you start
or where you will end