Yielding to the Storm

When the changes of life begins to take form,
Learn to adjust and bend like the reeds.
For if you try to fight against a raging storm,
The only thing you'll sacrifice is your own needs.

The storm will tear all your dreams apart,
If you remain forever unyielding to its desires.
Bend to its truth, and let it become your heart.
Yield to it, and you won't get burnt by its fire.

There comes a time, however when even reeds will break.
A fury so strong, it destroys all your hopes of what may be.
If this should come to pass, know what you can forsake.
Give no resistance, and let the winds help you flee.

The winds of truth will blow you to a brand new shore;
Full of promises and undiscovered hopes and dreams.
Once again, the changes of life will begin once more.
This time may the fury be that of a gentle breeze.

Lost Child

The lost child that lies deep within all of us,
Cries out to the world of shattered trust.
She sings of the sorrow that binds her from within.
She weeps for what was taken by man's selfish whim.

The child rages in the silence of a world gone insane,
Battering against the wall we've put up to hide that shame.
The burning hunger to strike against those who stole our dreams,
Can not be quenched with only an apology for what could have been.

Nurture that child lost in the battle that forged the person we've become.
Only if the child is found and we are once more made into one -
Can the raging demon that reside in us be tamed and silence ever more.
Perhaps then, we will learn to let go of all the pain that we've stored.

Healing is an endless journey on a road fill with sorrow and pain.
The wounds of yesteryear so powerful it can barely be contained.
Yet this path must be, so that the child from within might find harmony.
For only a phoenix rising from the ashes can hold its own destiny.

Fate

She went through life with eyes shut to the possibilities.
Keeping her eyes set on the vision of her own reality.
She made her own truth from a life that held no cheer.
Within four walls made of both concrete and fear.

Her truth was her strength through all that came her way.
When Fate came knocking, she stood firm and walked away.
Despite the charm that shone within his handsome form,
Lost of him was not something she would ever mourn.

Seasons pass, and life remained a cage of sorrow and pain.
Fate came knocking once more, her heart he tried to tame.
She turned away once more, her eyes wandering to a distant past.
Remembering all the reasons why this dream would never last.

Time stripped away all her truths, and left her with nothing to hold.
On a late, cold winter night, he came knocking just as it has been foretold.
"I am Fate." He says with a smile that brought fire to her heart.
In his eyes, she saw all the promises that spoke of a brand new start.

The moment is now here, waiting for her to take that first step.
Will she once again turn away, and let life treat her like a hostage kept?
Or will she finally reach out and give Fate the chance to have his say?
The world held still while she made her choice that cold winter day.

Destiny

The birds sang to her of the joys to be found in the freedom of flight.
She listened carefully as she wandered recklessly in dusk's fading light.
The song touched her soul, and her heart ache with a desire so strong,
She trembled with the need to fly free and let go of all that made her life wrong.


She ran breathlessly through endless paths with ne'er a thought but one.
How to run from destiny and yet hold on to rewards of battles already won.
Destiny is not a game of chance, one that allows for choices to be unmade.
She ran until she could run no more. The lake of remembrance is where she laid.


She stared into the mysteries that lie within the reflections of the rising sun.
She saw many possibilities of her that she never had a chance to become.
Hidden behind all those possibilities was Destiny reaching out to her.
She lay frozen before the reflection, not knowing whether to reach in or to demur.


The paths have been clearly drawn for her to follow if she so choose to do.
Yet, even as the allure of a new her tempts her to follow, a sudden awareness is renew.
For who would she be if she followed a path that did not contain these battles fought?
Would she be any better than the woman she's become from all that life
has taught?

The Clown

I play the clown, with a smile that hid all of my fears.
While she accepted the pain, and shed the tears.
I play the clown, with such joy - the world joined in.
She embraced the role given to her, and the pain within.


The clown laughs and dances with the abandonment of a child.
Hoping to forget the tears she's wept for the soul lost in the wild.
The clown is carefree with never a thought of darkness, only of light.
Turning away from all the memories that haunts in the darkness of night.


I play the clown, one who can bring laughter to all within sight.
Yet no laughter will she feel, for she is the caretaker of a soul in fright.
I play the clown, one who holds the dreams alive for those in need.
Yet no dream lies in the realm of a soul still resting in darkness' seed.


The clown is forever smiling with no tears to smear that mask.
Yet the emptiness fills her, until even living becomes a task.
The clown cannot accept that life's truth may not always be bright
For acceptance can only come with the price of a heart taking flight.

Betrayal

A choice made in a moment of confusion,
Leads to a lifetime of sorrow and pain.
With no regards for all her firm resolutions,
This action made all her suffering seem in vain.


She stood stoically on the edge of forever,
Holding on to my hand as a lifeline.
In a moment of passion, I pushed her over,
Not remembering that her soul is also mine.


Her cried of anguish resonated through me,
With a strength that knocked me to my knees.
The knowledge of betrayal tastes bittersweet.
For not a stranger, but myself who has let it be.


I watched helplessly while she falls into the abyss.
Her pain cuts into me with the sharpness of ice.
Tears of sorrow fills me at how much she will be miss.
She was the best of me, for she alone had paid the price.


Of all the terrors and pain that has crossed my path,
It was her strength that gave me the will to hold on.
If she cannot be found, then what then do I have?
Her loss I alone understand and I alone will mourn.