Elizabeth Rockhill's Words to Share

Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Sweet, Sweet Love

Why do I have to say goodbye?

Our hope was stolen by tragedy.

Time was taken from your life.

No words do you need to speak.

Within your eyes, I see our love realized.

Your shallow breaths

Your suffering body begging for release.

My swollen throat from tears I’m keeping in.

Sitting here, I want to scream.

You were always the tower of strength for me.

My safety, where my head rested upon your chest.

Trembling lip, I bite to keep still.

I will not let my fear and heartache be your last memories of me.

Stories of our favorite moments,

Will become the best moments of my life.

Late nights up laughing.

Talks watching the morning sun.

Even fights with dishes thrown.

From the instant, our eyes first met,

You owned my body, mind and soul.

Now, your hand once strong,

Grows frailer between my fingers.

Even when your last breath is taken,

My love for you will never weaken.

When your eyes finally drift close,

Wherever it is that you go,

Please always remember,

Apart from my heart, you will never be far.

Engine Forward

On my own engine forward.

Energy acquired caffeine and gaurana.

My mind letting me know that this war inside cannot go on much longer.

I have come undone,

Yet I am reaching further than I have ever been.

The whole of me fights to remain,

When I no longer know how to refrain.

Morality has grown strained.

I hold onto survival by straddling the line between right and wrong.

I fell down the rabbit hole.

A new world opened wide.

Excitement and wonder.

The darkest parts of myself I never knew before.

Deep inside I wonder how I will continue.

A narrow rope securing sanity.

My mind broken free.

Amazing how the sun is now seen.

Limitations no longer governed by rules without reason.

Leaps and bounds I am now discovering,

But convention is no longer an option.

Awakening. I have become the new me that I once was years before.

Hours lived. Sleep never realized.

Connections made.

Mystery and wonder.

I was given a gift, but my gift was only temporary.

Going back can never occur.

Moving forward. Passion replaces sleep.

Creation is my driving force.

Daring things without thought.

The further I push, the more I can see.

I still believe.

The caffeine has given birth to my new pulse.

Tears replaced with laughter.

There is no going back to my shelter.

To much of the world is left to create.

Gaurana giving me hope of just one more hour.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Lost Memories Alzheimer’s Poem

The fallen.

The forgotten.

As their memories recede,

Out of sight,

What painful truth do they find?

The fallen fall away far from our minds.

Epic loves,

Tragic tales,

Lifetimes filled with desire. . .

Gone. Forgotten.

Battles fought.

Wars survived.

Deadly diseases beat.

Not just accomplishments.

No understanding.

All taken away.

Like leaves victim to a cold autumn breeze,

Recognition diminishes.

Acceptance the bitter smell of cleaning fluids.

Hopelessness.

Knowing the soul sits trapped and suffering.

Fear.

Is this our future mirrored by this wretched curse?

Regret.

Words should have been written memorializing what’s been forgotten.

Before the words fell through time.

As they forget the memories of their lives.

Out of sight, their suffering hidden from the mind.

No good bye.

Trapped inside.

No cure in hand.

Only freedom found when the glass is empty of sand.

Monday, October 22, 2012

Survivor

Disease did grow.

Upon your sole, it tried to take its toll.

But no disease could beat a life filled with so much love.

In your spirit, is adventure.

Wild, unbridled.

Death can never threaten your desire.

You fought for those you love.

You fought for your tomorrow.

Empty words of support.

You accepted with a hug and a smile.

Redundant concerns coming from so many.

No slap upon your face would you permit yourself to believe.

This was your war.

This was your life that you were fighting for.

All intentions help with motivation.

With rain falling, seasons passing.

You fought while still fearing.

To give in, you would never.

Brave and beautiful

These are the words that tell the poem of your life.

Because you are a fighter.

You are a survivor.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Without Mistakes We Could Never Relate

Sweet Pain

Emotions buried deep.

Burning tears.

In agony, I feel alive.

Stepping forward.

Looking Back.

To the future, I strive.

Through the journey of my heartache

My sobbing shakes bring wanted escape.

To be numb, I never wish for me.

In my dreams filled with pain and heartache,

My feelings come awake.

My heaviness inside.

I know I’m alive.

Rhythmic words pierce my heart like a sword.

A painless existence

Makes for an emotionless life.

The fountain of words flows not from simple days.

In struggle, the meaning comes to life.

Deviation from peaceful periods.

Inspiration to understand.

To be perfect.

To live without pain or mistakes.

There would be no way to relate.

Battle scars makes my words come alive.

Silent cries. Hurtful goodbyes.

Yesterday’s aches. Empathy. Helps to relate.

All bringing life to my words born tomorrow.