Love, Uncategorized, Writing

The Unseen River. 

There’s a river held behind my eyes.
Blocked by an unseen dam,
I feel unseen, I don’t feel alive.
If you can’t love me, then who can?
I’m ready for this holding force to give way,
To break, to rush, to scream.
For emotions to spill and pour and leak away.
It’s so easy to block the things not wanted.
It’s so easy to shut the door on pent up feelings and desires.
It’s so easy to sweep the pieces into little corners and crevices, out of the way,
Until they aren’t.
Until a small sliver, a tiny crack in the dam, a drip of water, and
Suddenly
Overwhelming thoughts and hopes long forgotten and dreams once hidden are exposed, raw, vulnerable.
And it’s not easy anymore. It’s not effortless. And you’re so afraid that if you see yourself for who you really are, for all those dreams that haven’t come true, for all those desires darkening the hidden corners of your heart,
Everyone else will see them too.

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Love, Uncategorized, Writing

Home. 

I always have this feeling that I will meet you away from home. Away from everything I have always known. And because of that, I will know in an instant that you are the one I will spend the rest of my life with. The one that can make me feel completely safe away from familiarity. The one who can break away my comfortable shell and replace it with new feelings of tangible love and adventure. You will be my home away from home. 

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