Little Things

I have more than some
I have what I need
Thankful for the small things
Life is never guaranteed
So when you are out tonight
Remember to be kind
You never know when someone is struggling from their grind

Different Directions

You have been my best friend for 24 years. How did we come to a place that I fear, we cannot come back from? In the years leading up to the current, you have always been busy. However, we have always found a way to come back to one another and pick up from where we left off.


This is different, though.

I try to be understanding to the situation at hand. I am a single female who is still trying to figure out what I am doing with my life. Meanwhile, you have a new companion. A husband and a family of your own. I would never want to be more of a priority than them. Yet, it seems like I am not important at all.

Like the ocean tide, we have gradually drifted apart.

We used to hang out all the time.

Playing house.

Singing songs.

Making up dance routines.

Playing at your family’s garage.

Hanging out with extended family.

Going to church together.

Laughing at nothing.

Talking about boys.

Doing each other’s hair.

Being there for each other when life got hard.

Picking up the pieces from the people who broke our hearts.

It saddens me because over the two decades of friendship that we have shared, I never thought we would arrive at this kind of fork in the road. Two people, who have almost, completely lost one another in their journey.

I made a pact with you that we would be in each other’s weddings. Well I still have to fulfill that promise to you. What happens if we stop showing up? What if we do not talk at all? What if we become so involved with our own lives we forget to call? Some of that is already happening so what would happen if we reach the bottom of this downfall?

It really should not surprise me, though. People come and people go. I have had many friends say goodbye just as fast as they have said hello. Even close friends who I thought would never leave me alone. I must admit that some were for good reason and I am thankful for weaving my way through them. Still, the sting of this hurts because I do not want it to end.

D.B.L. (Dream Believe Love)

I am a dreamer
A believer
A lover
Not a fighter
I am not a schemer
And would rather give than to be the receiver
I dream of a time that will ignite and excite
When a light at the end of the tunnel will be in sight
I believe in the ability to feel free
In love and fate
That good things happen to those who wait
The power of an individual’s might
and that anything can be conquered if you just take flight

Demons Dancing

Playing with these demons, they’ve become my best friends
Dancing around all the parts of my head
Full of deceit and anger with no invitation to attend
Trying to make me lose my peace of mind is what they intend
I’ve given more of myself to people than I can defend
I just want to forget the world exists as I fall asleep in my own bed
After saving others for so long, who will come to my aid?
When I have needed them the most, they all go astray.
So I turn to the voices in my brain
The only ones who have stayed.

Baby Steps

I am not where I want to be but I am closer than ever before.
I can feel the adrenaline in my veins preparing me to soar.
When will this door open, where I can stand for something much bigger than this war?
There is a world waiting to be explored.
With a sense of adventure that cannot be ignored.
I am ready to break through these chains and let the nation hear my roar.
Yet I still feel like it is an eternity away
As I stand by this shore, waiting and wishing for the day to settle the score.
I will persevere in the hopes of a miracle within the year.
Like a mountaineer I will hold on till the storm clouds disappear.
I foresee something out there
being greater than the expectations I have in my dreams.
Eventually I will get to my destination,
but until then I will continue to go down stream.

Is This What Strength is?

My heart has been ripped out of my chest
Squeezed so tight that the vessels have burst
Given back to me in my own hands
In a bloody heap of what was once whole
Thrown against a wall repeatedly
Leaving the stain of misery dripping down to the floor
Before wounds could fully heal
Another knife was being thrown
My heart has been kicked through the dirt like a stone
That no one gave a shit about
Set on fire only to have it burned down to ash
Descending from the sky above

Yet, I still believe in Love.

Weary Travel 

I’m a lost soul, just the same as you.
Let’s fly away into the night sky together, until we’re out of view
Show me where your dreams hide so I can chase the stars along your avenue.
Bring out that inner child in Neverland, the imagination we once knew.
Do not worry about pleasing people who have no clue.
The boy grew into a man but sometimes it’s okay to not have a plan.
To have a little fun and pretend we are Peter Pan.
But if you falter in your fantasy,
I’ll be the doorman who holds the key to get you back to reality.
We all at some point feel like we are racing through life like a grand prix.
I want to be by your side through it all though,
this is my plea as you travel the sea.
Like a bird with the wind carrying their wings,
this is the definition of being free.