Clean, simple slate

  I cry. Shake knowing how I was
comforted when my family slept. How I
was happy. No longer were their worries
echoing in their minds.

The bills ever flowing, ceased. I cried
one day. Slept the next. Felt you hold me.
Was it wrong to dream of those sweet, decandant
memories?

  Ah how water slides down, through snow.
Dampening the linen that dries in the
wind.

  A clean, simple slate. Waiting. For words
of guidance. I clung to you. A disaster I
was willing to have, endure to be with you.

  Something I never should have allowed.
Days upon days the darkness hid me yet I
knew the light was searching. All I needed
was the right person to stumble.

  Only had hoped the choice would have
been me. I played my mind. Wanting. Desiring.
Knowing there was no hope, no dream because
reality crashed.

  I was alone, lost and yet found myself.
Daily I cry wishing for just one coy smile. Yet
truth is deafening, earth breaking.

  My foundation is rebuilt stone by
stone. Faith restoring and healing. Now I see
and hope only the best. So please forgive me
if I smile as a tear brings joyous memories to life.