broken wings;

broken wings
like an angel
fallen from grace

the beating of the heart
the only evidence of life
cold and calculating
devoid of warmth and hope

but eventually
one has to stand
and move forward

even amidst the dark
there is always a sliver of light

she wanders;

sometimes she feels lost
like a wandering soul
uninhibited and seemingly free
but nothing more than a prisoner
of her own emptiness

the days the months the years
every second that flies on by
she remembers it all
and clings to them
the memories, her only hope
however it may mean that she lives
only in the past

step by step
night by night
day by day

it is ever continuing
there is no end

even when everything has long passed
time moves onward
oblivious to the trillions that come and go
happily turning on its proverbial axis
like the earth that which it guides

and will she still be wandering
a forgotten ghost among the living
searching for something she does not know
until she can wander no more?

obstacle;

it looms in the distance
like an ominous cloud of thunder
just waiting for the right moment
to unleash its fury.

but i know that i can overcome it
it's just another obstacle
on the road through life.

it's not something i cannot handle
just a little pebble
on my yellow-brick road.

hope;

dark, brooding, and mysterious
he builds a wall of steel to shield himself
black, obsidian eyes to the soul
calm like the first rise of dawn
on waters stilled as the dead.

love he has felt, very briefly in his life
his very existence not his own
but like a pawn on a chessboard
dispensable like the rest.

but then, she came along
ferocious like a lioness
the breathe of sunshine he never had.

she gave him the gift of hope
for now he has a reason to live.

life;

life is beautiful and precious
like a drop of sunshine
it's the very foundation of our existence

we should never hesitate to live

the air we breathe and the eyes through which we see
we can create our own legacies
because even in death
do we continue onward

truly alive;

i want to run through an open field
my arms held out wide
feeling the glorious rays of sunshine
and know that i am truly alive.

single moment;

the smiles and laughter which we cannot hear
but joy and happiness evident on the faces on each
captured in a single moment
many, many years ago.

while this one solitary moment in time is locked forever
in a precious piece of photographic paper
the world spins around us, faster
leaving behind everything we once knew
for only in our minds will they ever exist.

childhood faces of people we have ever known as adults
startling similarities that shine through.

it's amazing how we all grow up.