Sweet, Sweet Love

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.

© 2013 Elizabeth Rockhill 

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.

© 2013 Elizabeth Rockhill