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.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

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.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

Ocean Reprieve

Soft sand beneath my feet.

The warm sun gives me a hug.

There is hope in the heat.

With eyes shut, I can feel the gentle beat.

There exists a symphony playing upon the shore.

The caressing breeze makes me want more.

Swaying palms are far from done.

Hands held.

Smiles shared.

Being here my pleasure soars.

Crashing waves of oceanic lore.

Mermaid tales.

Life on the beach sails.

It sails by. . .

The sand on the beach.

The sands of time falling through the hourglass of life.

Gentle breaths.

The horizon holds hope.

Playful thoughts of ocean life.

Salty smelling memories.

This all brings reprieve to those that love the beach.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

My Desperation Against the Hope of Tomorrow

Emotions blanched.

Your hateful words sure did kick my ass.

To you, I tried to give everything.

But from me, you found everything given tainted and wrong.

As colors bleed, my emotions could never be concealed.

Open existence.

My soul refuses indifference.

Steps by others.

Dreaded adventures always follow.

Lately- I wish I could disavow even tomorrow.

Bound by undeserved hatred.

My worst enemy lives within me.

Screams echo through rooms too small.

Even in my own skin, I am unable to fit in.

Freedom from a cage was never true for me.

Desperation.

Your salvation.

I would give my damnation.

The tragedy-my very conception.

There you try to be for me.

From torment, my rescue will not be.

The nightmare I live.

I wish again to not see.

Fairness and reasoning stay contrary.

To give in. To fall through the rabbit hole.

Fleeting moments of sanity.

Sarcastic laughs and uncontrolled heat.

No matter my battle,

Hopes of you smiling upon me tomorrow.

This gives me strength to keep my heart from becoming hallow.

© 2012 Elizabeth Rockhill

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