If I let you, you would empty me out.
I love you enough to allow it.
But what would that teach you about life?
You own no one but yourself.
I can’t.
You & I would both be lost.
Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
If I let you, you would empty me out.
I love you enough to allow it.
But what would that teach you about life?
You own no one but yourself.
I can’t.
You & I would both be lost.
Sometimes I sense her
Bursting forth from my chest
A surge of excitement & creativity
Is an aura of her arrival
Like an exorcism of sorts
She is ready to be known
To smash conventionality
Wreck routine & expectation.
Will I ever unchain her wrists
Release the bonds
That have been wrapped for so long?
I love her
And fear her
I want to know her
And ignore her.
She is to me
A free fall, a high stakes gamble.

Another year
Another empty birthday
Instead of dinners & candles
There is pain & grief.
I have no generic expressions
Or contrite rhymes
To express the reality
That you are still gone.
You are at peace
And we are still here.
We have no choice
But to move, grow, learn.
We close our eyes for a moment
Remembering you.
We open our eyes
And take a step forward.

Doctors can’t figure
What is going awry
With daddy’s heart.
Won’t beat on time
Rhythm out of whack
Arteries too small
To carry life to his bones.
Time after time
Changing medications
Cutting him open.
Never works quite right.
What the docs don’t know
What I wish I could explain
Is the organ is simply this-
Broken.
The child he raised
Loved with his whole self
Left this place forever.
Daddy’s soul severed that day.
The grief he carries
The literal weight of the world
It’s something modern medicine
Can never explain.
Only time & Jesus
Can heal his heart now.