Poetry, short prose, & general musings.
Soulmates because we decided it.
No fairy dust or magic tricks.
We wrestle love to the ground
Our Covenant over our comfort.
We cultivate the butterflies
Instead of expecting them.
Eternity is a thing we understand
It’s wrapped our fourth fingers
A statement against the world
And it’s fledgling definition of love.
It is supposed to be some days
Not meant to be others
None of it matters
Because we choose it today.
Tomorrow.
Forever.
Hello, little writer.
You are still there somewhere.
A treasure covered with dirt & dust.
Good things masquerading as better
Cover you layer upon layer.
Doubt, convention, & schedules
Kept you chained & hidden.
You are hard to recognize,
But I catch that twinkle in your eye.
I’ll buff & polish you like silver.
My muscles get tired
So please be patient with me.
More good things threaten
To bury you again.
Take my hand & together
We’ll make you brand new.
We’ve arrived at Seven years
Starting this with tragedy & tears
What we learned was to cling fast
Through raging storms & we’ll last
Babies came bringing delight
Our plans & dreams now feel right
But babies keep us wide awake
Cleanse our selfishness till we break
We wouldn’t trade a single fight
For the bond that’s now sealed tight
They say this year may begin
A certain romantic tailspin
We know this won’t be our end
Our wounds we’ll continue to mend
We claim this victory as our own
With God’s help we face the unknown
Hand in hand we confront another day
Till eternity draws us in her way.
Kacie B. Sharpe 