Only the MoonOnly the MoonOnly the Moon in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I want, I wish, I wait for something to happen to me.
Time moves slowly, at others I blink and wonder where it went.
Did I miss it?
Am I waiting for something to come that already has?
Was it someone?
People pass in and out of my life.
Some more quietly than others.
A few even left their mark.
Is that it?
What am I waiting for?
I am distant from those closest to me.
Am I protecting them?
Only at night do I feel a sense of peace.
Or something close to it.
A sense of being watched settles on me
Along with a slight dizziness.
There she is.
The one who has never let me down.
Nor I her.
At times she has even made me feel strong.
What _am_ I waiting for?
Maybe to find another soul I recognize.
One who understands how this all feels,
To be alone in a crowded room
To hurt and not always know why
To see problems as puzzles and feel a
Need to solve them or help
Even though it may be rejected.
One who can see and feel the music in even
The most mund
HomemakerI build homesHomemaker in General Non-Fiction More Like This
That bear no walls
More than just shelter
But a place to heal
I am the shoulders
To carry your load
Arms always open
Ears always ready
To hear of your woes
Hands that are meant
To wipe away tears
Lips that tell truths
You needed to hear
And some you would
Rather they didn't
To unburden your soul
No one is ever
Long, long after you leave
I will always be here to provide
For needs you were not aware
That you needed
You will allow me
I ask for nothing back
You will always
VacancyWandering hallsVacancy in General Non-Fiction More Like This
In my house of dreams
Never used items laying dormant
Reach toward the ceiling
Not sure if the are coming or going
Books piled up
Near shelves never hung
An empty bed
No one has slept in
Limp lace panels
Blow in a breeze
Coming from the open door
No one will walk through
Upon the walls
Mocking the life never lived here
Small black cat
Curled up on the porch
A place at the table
Set for one
hope risesBrittle grass, cold windhope rises in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I shiver, but I'm not alone
Early stage of a waning moon
As I lift my hand up toward the sky
My palm begins to tingle
Phantom fingers twine with mine
I am not sure if I have ever held
Or even know this hand
But it fits perfectly with mine
The NamelessThe nameless oneThe Nameless in General Non-Fiction More Like This
That prowls my dreams
At times, appearing while awake
With touch that leaves me longing
A presence that makes me shy
My heart overflowing with guilt
For a face I love and know so well