Face Down

Sitting on the edge of a cliff
Wondering if I should jump
But Billy’s singing “My Life”
And I want to hear that song
The ocean below’s blue and deep
Waves crash with a passion
I wish I truly felt
Goose bumps respond to the chill
As the sun hides its face
In the greyness above
For now I will sit and think
And maybe write a while
Face down the temptation
To escape into oblivion
And be free of all this Hell

Feeling vs Being

Just because I feel sad, doesn’t mean I have to be sad. Just because I feel love doesn’t mean I have to be attached. Just because I feel lonely doesn’t necessarily mean I am – I am enough, just me. This is something I know, but always seem to forget when I focus too much on how I feel.

Memory Lane

I thought of you today
I wondered where you are
I remembered the games we played
I recalled seeing you from afar
Are you still alive?
Did your dreams come true?
Did your heart survive
All that life has brought to you?
The depths of dark brown eyes
Have often filled my dreams
Would there have been as many lies
If the impossible could have been?
Of course I will never know
The events of all these years
But from my eyes now flow
A stream of nostalgic tears