Husky coffee voice resonates,

longing hanging on the line,

grasping onto your lightning,

clinging to soul across the globe.

Crooning echoes passionately flow -

the boiling burgundy of unshed tears,

clenching teeth wanted to slip into your soul,

black wine sunset memories as I strip naked

and melt into the sultry promise of you.

Together, we are shadows in the setting sun

walking our long road into the starry night,

nestled in each other’s minds, breathing

life into soft words, our love cushioned

in thoughts of you swimming lazily

in my essence, bathing in my stillness,

and I hold onto your voice until you return.

There are times in our lives when, the storm has raged, darkness has rolled in, violent gales and pounding waves. The assault has levied its anger and left destruction in its wake. The toll it has taken is unbearable. Unfathomable. Devastating. What remains are splinters of what was once a life. A hard earned, carefully crafted, beautiful, soulful life. The clouds are still heavy above our heads. Ominous. The wind still whips our hair around our face, making it hard to see. The air is heavy, so thick it's hard to breath, suffocating. Dizzying. We can't get warm, the chill is bone deep, numbing, We are hunched over, Shivering, soaked, bruised and weary. Defeated?

And yet somehow, there is a sliver of light. There is a silence, a growing warmth and a calm. There is a small but present feeling that makes itself known and through all of the desperation, despair, and lost promises we start to catch a glimmer of something. It is what will give us the courage, the strength and the motivation to pick up the pieces. To start anew. It is HOPE. Hope is the rainbow that appears after the storm. Hope is the bird that resumes his song. Hope is the ray of sun slipping through the clouds. Hope is the flower left standing, it's sweet fragrance finding your nose. Hope is a soft Blanket wrapped around our shoulders. It is a long deep breath. It is your face tilting towards the sky. It is in the knowing that things will start to get better. The rebirth of dreams, planning for the future, faith. Hope is the friend that comes along and offers encouragement and support. Hope is searching through the rubble and finding a memory. Hope is sharing your fears and sorrow with another and finding a common peace. Hope is turning your own gloom into someone else's comfort and Hope. Hope is community. Hope is constant, even when we think it is gone or irretrievable, it is there, reaching out and offering it's hand, urging us to take hold.

something to hold on 

something to help you gain your footing on this shaky foundation 

something to slash your demons 

something based on something 

some mystical magic bred from fairygodmothers or angels

a bubbble wrapped world 

protected from the icky germs of diases

of feeling unworthy 

a thick air of pipe dreams 

grand doses thoughts 

of gaining tranquilty 

mediation

of the awarness 

of self 

cumblus clouds 

collecting up 

tears of last night 

horror story 

of holding a knife 

of life to your throat 

ready to quit 

this lullablic song of hope 

this whisper through the wind 

that is concaved in between your chest 

this effevrvesent light 

that radiates off you 

this magical wand of fire 

this internal power 

giving you chest burn 

locked up voices 

choked by demonic 

forces of evil 

tighly locked 

and 

thrown to the dungeon 

of worth

something to hold unto 

this chasing after the wind mentality 

running to and fro 

to gain stabilty

hanging unto the edge 

of nothing 

something to hold on 

the feeble branches 

of arms reaching to bring you home 

I am comforted, in facing my fears

Believing, while mine are uniquely mine

Everyone, too, has challenges that bring tears

And, while alone, we are all intertwined

Nobody knows my pain like I know it

But, nobody walks the world with NO pain

We are all very alone, scared as shit

There's comfort in knowing I'm not insane

Misery, they say, loves its company

Pain, and true joy, makes us ALL somebody

That's, my friend, something to hold tight on to

I'm in pain, different, but just like, you

Hold on to what you know

What’s inside your brain

It’s something no one else can take

Your friends may go

Your family, too

Possessions. Stolen!

What can you do?

What can’t be taken is your brain

A lovely feature, strengthen it every day

It’s important to take care of such a useful tool

It never leaves you, it’s always there

Keeping all your thoughts and what you’ve learned

So hold on to your knowledge

It will surely help you

What you know is invaluable