words

words fall
landing hard
leaving a mark
a drop of blood
on a clean white sheet

they rise
from the deep
born in darkness
seeking the light
searching for understanding

love's voice
beckoning softly (shhhh...listen)
we are ruined
not by deaf ears
but by broken hearts

...sshhhh...listen...

dig

under my skin
way down deep
the sound of rain
soft and almost silent
beneath the surface
broken hearts heal slowly

echoes of pain
remind us of our humanity
fight or flight rules the day
living in our self-imposed exile
the distance between what we want
and what we need...growing so fast

fear...
worried
one day
I'll wake
from this slumber...
I never want this dream to end