Letters in the Dark #4

Now and then I wish there wasn’t a hint of a stain.

It would make falling in love simple,

But a piece of me is at peace with everything because that slight makes me believe this life is real.

Life is real

Life is real

Life is real.

And that’s magnificent!

4:00 am

Pristine city streets

In morning dew

Undisturbed from the trampling

Of hustling shoes.

Except for two pairs of footprints

Paced side by side

Making their marks in this place

At the still of dawn.



From the cold dank earth

I rise from the ashes

Fanning fresh wings

Shattering flesh with lit matches,

While emanating light

As the sun watches

The birth of spring buds,

And love matches.

Shattered Pieces

I have been shattered into a thousand pieces

And those who love puzzles have tried to piece me back together,

Each confident they made me whole,

Manipulating some of the pieces that wouldn’t fit and wedging them in to fill in the gaps,

Not realizing that each time I was taken apart,

That I couldn’t be the same.

And some pieces no longer belonged.

And it pained me to have someone mold me to their idea of completion.

When all I needed was to be received with holes, broken, and left over pieces.