As She Is

She walks in circles through her life
Never knowing how or why
This beaten path held her name
Her actions and words
Forever sincere
Though they lie meaningless
To those meant to hear
She opens her mouth to scream
But only a sob absorbs in the walls
Her joy and pain equally contained
Hidden away among the pages
The only acknowledger of truth
She feels as if her heart
As full as it is; is useless
Failed at every attempt
To make them see
She would do anything
Anything at all to ensure their happiness
After all these years they still don't need her
Overstepped by others far superior
She walks in circles through her life
Never knowing how or why
this beaten path held her name
The sole thing she ever wanted
Was for them to know how she feels
Was for them to want her as she is

Limited

Time passes
People change
Some even stay the same
As their world moves on
Scraps of memories
Are all that's left
She seems to remember
All others forget
Though it's all she has
The only thing she can offer
Since she's far misplaced from everything
Hoping and praying
Wishing then dreaming
Have only carried her so far
Sadly now she knows their limits
Stretched them as far as they would go

Apprehension

She feels selfish in her state of worry
Consumed by the perceived powerlessness
She is not the one having to face it all
Not the one with relentless strength
Or unfeigned bravery
Qualities merely talked about in reverent tones
She finally takes the time to count
Every word she’s left unsaid
Wondering if time is finally running out
After moving so slowly all these years

Where does that leave her
But in constant confliction
Does she swallow the feeling that always occurs
When these thoughts concealed her mind
Going forth with her painstakingly careful plan
Does she keep it all at bay
Desperate to avoid verbal communication
Or anything that might give herself away
Knowing that simply ends in awkward silence
Not wanting to cause her any more pain

She feels selfish in her state of worry
Consumed by the perceived powerlessness
All of this for 3 small words
She wants so desperately to speak
She wants her so desperately to finally hear
Naively believing they will heal her
Childishly wishing she could take her hand
For everything to be as it should
So she slowly exhales a shaky breath
As those words fall from her lips

My Summer

Soft waves
Break into the worn stone wall
Sun kissed skin
Emerges from the rocky depths
Bare feet
Trample from the grass onto the dock
As fireworks
Echo from the hills to light the sky

Pages crinkle
As she flips through a People magazine
Gravel scatters
As they run along the vacant streets
Children’s laughter
Saunters through all open windows
Sweet smells mixing
As she stands behind the stove

People come and go
As long as it is it’s never long enough
Nuances discovered
Simple things at times taken for granted
A familiar scene
Yet it always seems to be evolving
Fresh memories
Gloss over the ones that remained

Soft waves
Break into the worn stone wall
Sun-kissed skin
Emerges from the rocky depths
Bare feet
Trample from the grass onto the dock
As the sun
Dips below the clouds

Lounge chairs
Positioned strategically outside
Camera in hand
Anticipating the next Kodak moment
Tools resonating
While he works thoroughly in the garage
Imaginative games
Interspersed with wild stories

People seem to come and go
Just when I want them to stay
So these instances can linger
Residing just a little longer within time
Because all this
Is what I wait year after year for
This is my summer
This is me