Misdirection

I guess I have no real idea where this blog is going to go, or what it is intended for. I started out with an idea of sorts and it became something different. I'm sure I'll circle back and tie it all together at some point. For now, I guess it's going to have a feel of misguided misdirection.

Story of my life.

Just a collaboration of random things but I hope you all get some enjoyment of it.

Namaste

I Won't Bleed.

I know one thing to be true.
For the right person, there's few things that I wouldn't do.
And though I know it's not my business to weather anyone's storm,
If I love someone, I will keep them safe and warm.
I would hold a hand through the night, 
Until they felt safe and secure in the morning light.
And even if all of this they have not earned,
You can't put a value on the life's lessons learned.
Even if day after day, she lives blindly fulfilled in having no need,
I hold out hope that someday she'll realize that if she doesn't drown,
I won't bleed.

You Wait

She's not ready to hear it. You handle people in your life according to what they're ready to feel and hear.  You take care of their heart and handle their feelings with care, respect and love. You tell them when they are ready, you wait if they're worth it.

The Pieces that Cut my Hands; Bleed me Anemic.

I look around me, and see the pieces of what used to be my identity shattered with jagged edges,  just at my feet. And just how life always is, the clean up much like the destruction itself, is to be done without protective clothing.

You can almost smell the iron from the blood of my being, as the clean up process begins. My soul bleeding out onto the floor beside the pieces of myself.

All that I never wanted became everything I needed, before I gave it half the recognition it deserved. It's gone now but not because I paid it no attention. The reasons are unknown, and my anemic, hollowed soul wishes it back. Regardless its shape or form.

My soul again lacks the oxygen it was finally getting, after so long without.