Finding Heart

If my pencil pierces your heart

 then I was dutifully lead to purpose

if it has merely brushed the surface

 then I must find a sharper tool

Trust Where I Lead

Remnants are small pieces of something larger
There is nothing one can do to collect these scraps and reproduce what was once there in full scale

This, a reality I grapple with each day

Beneath the flab of my forearms is a swimmers stroke

Weakened with age but having traversed extensive miles,
 I'm well traveled and ready to conquer the strongest current life throws
Among the perimeter of my thighs is the power of a once steadfast runner

Who could plod through a course with the dedication of a soldier,
slower than most but ready to stay the course

Buried amidst the rolls and creases of my midsection is the core of who I have always been
A person indulgent in excess but always ready to absorb the slights directed at others

Embroiled in my brain is a complex path that's fighting to pave the way
Within the grasp of my hands is the guidance I offer anyone willing to take hold and
Trust where I lead

Shot Gun

The Words
As quickly as they escape
Shot down in mid air
Blasted away
Serving as target practice for the hunter
Shattered and stunned



The Victim
Learns to disseminate sparingly
Traveling softly
Quietly
Almost non-existent
So as not to awaken the hunter
But the shot gun has already taken a life

Free Form

If fear is the film that strangles our existence

Then we must learn to shed the skin that hinders our movement

Taking free form and engaging the entanglement

Cast Away

if you throw me a line and I catch it

I was meant to be saved

if I miss the line

I was meant to swim on my own

finding my strength, stroke and balance

It's not always in the cast

Let Me In

I am the wind that whispers as you walk
be still and you will hear me
hurry on and I am an indecipherable whistle
I am the sky using the clouds as my canvas
venture out and you will see me
stay covered and you'll miss the message
I am the scent of your surroundings
breathe in and you'll be renewed
stay cloistered and you'll remain stagnant
I am the earth that keeps you grounded
walk strong and I'll support you
skip along and you may trip

I am the spirit that surrounds you
let me in and I will guide you
shut me out and darkness comes

The End

The end
is sad
and progressive
clear
and dark
hard
and encompassing

jagged

and straightforward

Essential 

and unwelcome

scary 

and exhilarating

necessary

and dreaded 

final
and infinite

the End