Silent Night

In  the pale light of the moon

she sits. 

The stillness of the night

surrounds her. 

The sky filled with

stars, the moon 

and mystery. 

Her heart in pieces, 

her mind

a mess of thoughts

and feelings, 

yet she sits 

and she ponders 

while staring up 

at the moon and stars. 

As she weeps so do the 

moon and stars, 

as they shine down upon 

this weeping heart. 

As the coolness of the night 

settles around her

she smiles 

sadly

throwing out a simple 

request to the 

wind, the stars, 

the moon, the earth, 

to the heavens, and to God 

above, to anyone

who will listen,

for this pain to end, 

for this heartbreak to mend. 

She doesn't want 

to move, 

she doesn't want to 

stay. 

The silence of the night 

envelopes her, 

wraps her in its beauty 

and mystery. 

Surrounding her, 

calling to her. 

She just sits and longs 

for the one 

who held her hand 

so sweetly, 

who held her when 

she tired

and who she thought

loved her 

unconditionally. 

Who's that Girl

The girl in the 

mirror is unknown to me. 

I don't recognize the

face looking back at me. 

She's stronger

than she used to be. 

She's fighting 

for the first time in her life

for something that

she dearly loves. 

She's letting her anger 

be known, 

She is not hiding her

pain. 

This girl that is 

letting people in, 

is not one 

I know. 

She's tougher, 

she's a 

bit meaner, 

she is stronger than 

she used to be. 

This girl 

who is she? 

No one around her 

knows 

this girl looking 

back at me in the mirror. 

She's not afraid to 

say what she wants, 

to go after what she needs, 

to walk away

if the situation calls. 

Who is she, 

she looks familiar 

but the look in 

her eyes is not the same. 

There is something 

new, she can't name. 

Gone is the timid 

little girl 

hiding herself from 

the world. 

Gone are the tears 

streaking down her face. 

Gone is the girl that 

used to look back 

at her and shy away 

from her own 

image. 

She is in control 

she is angry, 

she is in love, 

she is fighting for her life. 

She's not holding back 

for the first time

in her life. 

For the first time, 

she feels alive. 

Take it...

Take it. 

It is yours to keep. 

It is filled

with all the love I feel for you. 

It is fragile, 

it is weak 

and it holds all the tears 

I cried for you. 

Take it, 

hold on to it and 

know that 

with this you are

loved beyond 

measure. 

Take it and keep it. 

It holds the hurt

you caused, 

the pain I no longer 

want to feel. 

Take it, 

without you, 

I don't need it. 

It will never be the same. 

Take it, 

all the broken pieces

and shattered dreams it contains. 

Take it

and know that 

it belongs only to you. 

Take it

because I don't want it. 

It reminds me only

of 

memories I no longer need

if we are no longer

together. 

Remember though, 

that there is 

love in this for you. 

Pure, sweet, 

true love, 

that you do deserve, 

even though I know you 

think you don't. 

Take it, 

cherish it, 

hold on to it, 

and think of us. 

For everything I love and hold 

dear is kept right 

there 

in that heart of mine. 

The coldness 

is felt. 

The bitterness of 

tears falling and darkness 

settling in. 

The icy wind 

blows through her, 

causing her 

pain. 

There is no pain 

she can feel 

greater 

than the loss 

of you. 

In a moment 

she 

pushes past the door 

and rushes 

into the cold. 

Falling to her knees

she cries out 

to anyone who 

will listen. 

The cold 

falls over her 

like a blanket 

wrapping her up in 

its misery and 

chill. 

She clings to the thought

and holds it 

close to her heart. 

Waiting for you, 

waiting for love, 

In the lonliness of the night 

she miss him and 

longs to reach out for him

who is not 

there. 

She aches for him to 

hold and tell 

her they will be okay, 

This too shall 

pass and they will 

be stronger for it. 

A small voice tries to 

make her weak, 

tries to 

tell her she has lost

and yet she fights. 

She fights for 

them, 

she holds on 

for them. 

Even when that 

voice 

tells her to let go, 

she holds on. 

She can't let 

go

because once she does

she loses 

herself. 

Decisions Made

A decision made in a moment, 
left a heart unable to heal. 
A door closed, for a second time. 
A second chance, she's never given, 
reminded her of pain unbearable. 
A second glance gave her 
unbearable heartbreak. 
Where does she turn now? 
How does she move on once 
again, when the first time 
was so hard. 
Moments of them together
float through her mind, 
bringing tears to her eyes, 
making her heart ache. 
The future is bleak, 
Yesterday a painful 
reminder. 
All she sees is darkness, 
unable to reach the light. 
He made her believe, 
He gave her hope
(a word she can no longer
stand to hear). 
He made her feel and made
promises she should never have
believed. 
He held her hand, apologized 
for the agonizing pain he caused
once before and promised her 
never again, would he make her
feel that way. 
Yet here she is, vulnerable, 
in pain, heartbreaking, soul 
hurting, spirit crushing, 
pain. Exactly what he promised
she would never feel because 
of him. 
In a moment, all is lost and she 
doesn't know 
how to move on a second time. 
Love is painful, Love is a lie. 

Love is...

Love is painful, Love is brutal. 

It hurts and it sucks. 

It is deliberate and it is cruel. 

It make you vulnerable and it makes you

trust. 

Just when you think your safe and 

you want to give it your all

it rips your heart out and makes

you fall. 

It brings you tears and it builds 

up walls. It makes you believe 

and forget to fear. 

It turns you bitter and makes 

you hate. It leaves irrational

and for moment makes you 

believe it will work. Makes you 

want to cuddle on the couch

and watch silly television shows.

It makes you believe for one 

brief and sweet moment you can

have it all. Then just when you are 

at your weakest point...

it rips out your heart, stomps on it 

and reminds you why it never worked with 

anyone else. Because love doesn't work, 

it just leaves you feeling empty. 

Thank You!

In a single moment, 

in the silence of her questions, 

every memory was

walled, 

every moment was cemented 

in the ground. 

In a moment the warmth

of her smile, 

at the touch of your lies, 

turned cold.

A heart that loved you, 

that opened up

just for you

closed. 

"Are you my girl"

you asked, 

"Yes, she said"

today she 

took back the words 

that once put a smile

on your face. 

A second chance she 

never gave, 

except to you. 

A second chance that

made her feel 

like just maybe 

this would work. 

A second chance and a 

second glance 

that forever 

broke her heart. 

Now, as she erases 

your touch on 

her life, 

erases your memory 

from her mind, 

She slams the door on what

could have been, 

on what should have been. 

That small piece she 

of herself 

that she gave to you

not so long ago, 

is the only memory 

she can't erase. 

Bitterness and anger 

hardened the walls that 

have started 

to rebuild. 

Next time you see her, 

the love you saw in her eyes, 

replaced with pain, 

the smile 

erased by 

tears. 

Emptiness is all she feels 

now and forever. 

Thank you

for playing the game

knowing you 

could have stayed away and 

spared her all this pain. 

Thank you for 

tearing down walls, 

only to allow her to feel the 

pain you planned to cause. 

Thank you 

for showing me, 

never to trust 

never to love 

and never to undo these

walls 

for you or anyone. 

The Storm

She can sense the change, 

feel the storm 

that is about to come her way. 

Wind, rain, and 

a flurry of emotions 

weigh her down as she struggles 

to keep her head 

from sinking. 

Emotions, unknown to her, 

keep spiraling around. 

the coldness

she feels, 

makes her long for the 

warmth of a 

smile, the 

hand of a friend. 

What has changed, 

she does not know, just 

knows that nothing 

is the same. 

Good or bad, 

she knows that 

whatever it is, 

she can face it with 

the strength that comes 

from God above. 

Tears may fall,

heartache may be 

inevitable, 

yet 

she knows that in the 

end it is all 

worth 

the fall. 

It is all worth the fight

for nothing 

in this life, 

comes free of change. 

Change occurs, 

because change is wanted. 

As the storm starts to 

rage inside 

her soul, 

she fears not the storm 

itself, 

but what the storm 

will change.