"Your Journey"

Your pain is real 

You collapse into my arms

As the sun rises you refuse

Too much the weight to bear

In my arms safe you float

Slowly to the ground where you belong

On solid ground I Shepard you

Down the hall towards your calling

Your head low my hopes are high

I see the shining light inside

Each day I make your armor

With care I polish and strengthen

Each word I speak 

Each action I make

Is a road I pave for you

One day my strength will fade

I will need to lean to stand

I hope you're there

Standing strong together once again

I know that I am weak

And so I try every day

To think of you 

And what you need 

From me to pass through your days

Please know now that I love you

And I try the best I can

Avoid my mistakes

For the stronger it will make

You in your days of journey

“?”

Of all the pretty letters 

That she wrote on rainy days

Nothing shown so bright and clear

As when she went away

Everyone stood so still

And tried to read the words

But the crowding had become so bad

That only screams were heard

No one knew she had enough

Or that she wanted out

They did recall a time or two

When she asked to just slow down

More questions came then answers

And there was no swift reply

Just watered eyes and mourning

How could they all get by 

She did so much each tiring hour

To mend or drag or scrape or pull

Each request it was so heeded

If they had known it’d got that bad

They would have stepped right in

If they had the time so open

Or the will that they could spend

And that girl has left today

And as they’re sad what’s sadder yet

Is that they didn’t know her name

“Storm on the Horizon”

With black clouds looming overhead

The waves rise like perched vultures waiting for death

If there was light none would shine through

None was allowed too

Hands raised in praise but willing to take a helping hand 

A dead fish is all that is recovered

With its mouth open a black hole appears to swallow all that remains

Drowning in sorrow and flying with rage another empty vessel tries to take the pain

Sympathetic eyes held by a natural gestation of listening but cast away

At the first sign of a commercial

Thirty seconds or a minute

A car wash or a failed lawyer

Everyone listens to see what they can sell you 

An antacid, or a bottle of perfume