For You My Desire Unable to Put Out the Fire

I know it would be wrong to act upon feelings felt.

But what is it to push them down underground?

Day by day, the yearn for you continues to burn.

Blazing fire raging from my desire.

Nothing good comes from hiding a volcano.

Pressure building with no release.

Temptation.

Dreaming of your hands clenched upon my hips.

Jumping from a burning bridge.

Shark infested waters lay await.

Either way there is nothing left but my goodbye.

Guilt or regret.

I will question either way.

Loneliness is my bitter enemy.

But togetherness would be my destruction.

To me, you do not belong.

But for me, you seem to have been made.

No matter how many goodbyes and reasons why,

The taste of your lips will never be far from my mind.

Thoughts of you.

Ragged breath.

Clenched fists upon my sheets.

Your hold.

Restraint. Demanding my body’s response.

Like rain falling upon the desert high.

My life refreshed.

Your kiss. Your touch. Your love.

All not mine to be had.

Frustration. Humiliation.

Even from across the room.

My breath, exasperation.

With one look, the wrong only seems right.

Like saltwater to a castoff,

For one more moment with you,

My self-destruction leaves no fear in me.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

The Miracle of Your Love Still Saves Me

Time has past, but my love still lasts.

That breeze through your hair is my whisper barely there.

Everything happened so fast.

One moment we were wrapped in each other’s arms.

Then the next moment everything was gone.

Alone, I will never leave you.

In your heart, I will always be.

Our love was so extreme.

From the moment that you walked into my life,

I was thrown deep into the ocean of you.

For so long, I waited for the salvation brought by your acceptance.

To the gift of your eyes, I knew that you were the love of my life.

With one kiss, you brought the sunshine from the winter of time.

All too fast what we had was not permitted to last.

In haste.

Reaction.

There was no turning back.

My last thoughts were of you inside.

Your smile.

Your hope for our tomorrow.

As the final tear drifted down my cheek, thoughts of you consumed me.

Whispering goodbye to the night sky before the darkness seized me.

All the best of me remains with the caress of your hand over the creation of our love.

No jealousy or anger. Only hope and love.

In your smile, the miles of my hope remain.

For my life, I pledged to you my love.

But from up above, my soul will forever be yours.

©2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

My Insecurities for Your Inspiration

On pedestal, I have never been asked to stand.

Second best has always been my deepest insecurity.

Their doubt in me and yours.

Feelings of being taken for granted.

Overlooked.

But of course, I am just a girl.

What could I know about subjects you speak of. . .

Let me rub your feet and get their drinks.

Good enough you make me feel like I will never be.

But a survivor you will always find in me.

Other’s lyrics.

Emotions high.

Written words.

This helps me get by.

My resentment builds.

Precious energy I refuse to waste.

Angered haste.

Emotions caused by your disapproval,

Become the words I yearn to share.

Your accusation.

Nothing right do I do.

But wrong you are.

Because to others, I inspire.

I take my pain.

Like rain falling from the sky.

The stormy points in my life, I endure for your motivation.

My hope.

These thunderclouds will arouse the dreams and fighting spirit in others.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

From the Top of a Frozen Mountain I Find Freedom

The cool, crisp air demands my undivided attention.

In line, my impatience grows.

Filled with anticipation of the upcoming exhilaration.

In this moment, my excitement creates giggles.

My breath so warm. The air so cold. The mist forms before me.

The sole place in the world where my racing thoughts take pause.

Nowhere else is such freedom felt.

My turn arrives. I begin to lift overhead.

My nose grows more red.

Chatter gathers. Graceful carving continues below.

Higher and higher we ascend.

I turn around. The playful town becomes doll-like in size.

A storybook seems left behind.

Higher we continue to climb.

My excitement building in my chest.

Flying down, I cannot wait to be.

Nothing is as serene.

To the top, we almost arrive.

Seconds soon, the mountain peak, I will be upon.

The air manages to get colder.

My ears, numb form the frost, continue to get used to the steep ascension.

None of this deters the pure joy of the upcoming ride.

Here it is. Our exit to the mountaintop.

My breath I manage to catch.

Sit down. Feet strap down. Ready to go.

Stand up. Slowly inhale. Look down. Ready, set, go…

Downward I fly. I carve into the mountainside.

Wind whipping.

Fingers numb.

This is it!

My excitement peaks!!!

The only sound is my board cutting into the snow.

With a swish and whish, flying down I continue.

Dodging trees and hugging curves, my ride is sweeter than that of a Lamborghini.

The line below.

My finish too soon.

My craze descent has come to an end.

Over to the line, I move to start this all over again!

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

Unanswered Prayers

Unanswered prayers.

This is what I hold onto.

For all that I wanted but never received.

I am who I am because of what has never been.

Love that slipped through my hands.

Tears that fell while cuddled in the sand.

Heartaches and heartbreaks

Unanswered prayers

I still believe.

Fears that were faced because of cries left unheard.

Wishes made but never conceived.

I am here now because of where I have never ventured.

I am who I am because of what has never been.

My struggles have created strength where weakness once ruled.

Criticism, rejection, and unsupported plans.

These feed my dreams like caffeine to a morning mind.

No matter how my beliefs evolve,

I will always believe in God’s great plan above.

My voice may still tremble, weakness perceived.

But my passion for life will always beat your doubt in me down.

Unanswered prayers.

This is what I hold on to.

Looking back, 

I recognize that so many prayers that I felt went unheard were really not what I wanted.

Stars above I wish upon.

I will always allow myself to dream.

Some answered. Some denied. My faith will never die.

Unanswered prayers. I believe.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill