Writer's Block

I want to start –

I just don’t know where.

I ask for patience

And wait for the clouds

To clear and

Leave room in the sky

For stars.

Quickly, they multiply,

A constellation takes shape,

But connect the dots, I can’t,

And, somewhere,

All meaning is lost.

I close my eyes and

Search through the corners

Of my mind,

I open every door and

Walk past fear –

I even encounter pride,

But shut her out –

Until I find it,

A memory.

I reach for it,

And hold on tight,

Until my hand begins

To trace it with my pen.

But the image, it changes

When paper it meets,

For time has altered

My perception.

But the past is the past,

And it can’t be changed,

So the paper, I discard,

And back to the start

I go...

This time,

I keep my eyes open,

No matter how long

I have to wait.

Risk It

Know what you want,

Say what you want,

And work for what you want—

Then, if it’s meant to be,

You’ll get what you want.

Speak every word – and act every act –  

With purpose.

Don't assume, ask,

And never let fear get in your way.

Manage your risk,

But risk nonetheless,

And most of all,

Risk love.

Open your heart

To Love,

To Love staying,

To Love leaving,

To Love coming back. 

Speak Your Heart

You didn’t try hard enough,

You simply mused.

You mused over her,

Over your temporary muse,

But let her get away without a fight—

You didn’t see the use.

You didn’t see

That you weighed on her mind,

That under your weight,

She waited.

She waited, in silence,

For you to lead the way,

But you, too, stayed silent,

Not knowing what to say.

Not knowing what answer

She would give in return,

The question, you veiled,

The truth, you would never learn.

The truth: she would have set you free,

If only you had tried,

Despite the fear

That you might fall—

A shot in the dark

Is better than no shot at all.

Swinging

I swung from the branch,

Holding fast to the rope.

We swayed together,

Back and forth,

Cradled in the shelter

Of the leaves above.

I knew that I should let go,

I knew that I would have to take the plunge.

But I was bound to the rope—

We were intertwined—

And I knew that were I to let go,

The rope would fall.

Slowly, we swayed, and

Slowly, my fingers untangled...

As the water carried me away,

I glanced back and

Saw the rope,

Still hanging.