I was among the greats long forgotten in a list of could-have-beens.

Looking Up From Below

I don't think
that I can ever go back.

It is not like I don't want to.

I just shouldn't.

I am a new person,
someone different
from the one I used to know.

I don't think
that I will ever go back.

It is too much pain
too much to go through again.

And if you could see
how much my heart bleeds
for you

You would understand.

I can never go back.
Not ever.

I remind myself
that this is the same place
that we used to share
but now
I am not so sure.

Without your presence
it feels all wrong
-empty

Returning to a painting
to see the focal point is gone

Reading an old book
to discover the main character
was left out.

A long ago memory
without anyone
to share it with.

But I remind myself
This is where we once
called "home".

Salvation.

Lost

with no thought

of coming 

back.

Lost 

with no hope

of being

saved.

Lost.

Just lost

in this world

without

a place

to call 

home.

The day is young

as am I.

But I know now

more than ever

that I existed

in a previous time.

I am not meant 

for this strange land.  

The Best Day

Like a child
Wild eyes
Frantic breathing
Smile dancing
on soft lips

Rediscovering the world
for what feels to be
the first time

Sunlight
beating down
Caught in the ever flowing
breeze

The forest air
-Fresh
Breathe

Like a child
Wild eyes
Light-hearted laughter
Dizzying spinning
as the world
passes by.

Exploring every nook
every cranny
Playing in the clear streams
Drenched in sweat
and pure joy

Submerged in
endless
Freedom.

Like a child
returning
to the Forest.  

There are moments when I forget
to breathe

And then there are moments
when I choose
not to.