Pieces given.
Pieces taken.
Hope lost.
Truth found.
Fear shreds.
Grace will rebuild.
cswhitlow
Meet me…
Meet me here
In this early morning light,
Here in this hope-filled stillness,
This place just waking…
Meet me here
Hands wrapped around warm coffee,
Feet set towards exploration,
Eyes and hearts lit on horizons ahead.
Meet me here …
Let’s start an adventure.
cswhitlow
My love
My love,
Listen…
You are not broken.
You are scarred and still standing,
Battle worn, weary,
But still kind,
still needed.
You are not defeated.
Stop feeding that darkness
with old lies
and unrelenting doubt.
My love,
Look….
Look through my eyes,
Into this heart,
Offered,
Open in these bloodied hands,
Listen,
Look…
And I’ll show you,
the miracle you’ve become.
cswhitlow
Will
I will set this fear on fire.
I will brush the blood and gravel from these weary knees.
I will stand and sift through the glorious ash of the girl too afraid to live.
I will gather up the good pieces left refined
And leave the rest to become ink and scars.
I will put to good use this needle and thread.
I will allow to mend what has been left torn open.
I will open wide, wiser eyes and seek.
I will sing a new song.
I will emerge less of her ….
and so very much more.
I will.
I am.
cswhitlow
Dawn
Dawn bleeds
Rain relentless
Windows thrown wide
Cool rushes in
Warm covers
Perfect stillness
Deep breath,
Solace inhaled…
The day begins.
cswhitlow
Open
Broken open.
Spilling dreams.
High on hope and moonlight.
Adventure whispers.
Masks are burning.
Finally breaking free.
cswhitlow
Growing Pains
Woken from nightmares again …
What if’s and Why did I’s
raining down like volcano ash;
suffocating,
gray,
smothering the light
that sets free.
What if I simply slipped back into winter, frozen and numb?
Why did I let myself begin to burn?
What if I ran again …
from him, from her, from the dreams?
Why did I let myself be seen?
What if I went back into hiding?
Why did I step from the shadows at all?
What if I gave back into fear?
Why did I ever believe their lies?
cswhitlow
Just breathe
Some mornings,
The mask,
The armor slipped
so effortlessly into place;
a second skin she reveled in,
she conquered in.
And some mornings,
Weary from its weight,
Burdened by the lies,
She hoped,
Begged,
silently,
for someone to strip clean,
expose,
take it from her,
so her skin,
her soul
the fire within….
Could,
at last
breathe.
cswhitlow
Lost
Oh my darling…
I do not worry when you rage,
When your passion calls for blood to spill,
When your anger articulates sharply,
When your spirit churns,
No,
I do not worry then.
Oh, but my darling…
When your rage falls silent,
When your passionate words cease ,
When your anger dissolves into resignation,
When all grows still and quiet,
Then,
Do I fear…
It is then,
I know I have lost you.
cswhitlow
Wide Open
He challenged her.
Throwing a mirror up to the fiction she hid behind.
He moved her.
Speaking words, thoughts, dreams that exposed the desire she kept caged.
He broke her …
Wide open.
cswhitlow
