A learning of me

           Burning. Bracing. Twisting. Learning.
All in the name of love. Constantly at war with
the tears and the wind.

          Swallowing the depths that echo within only
to find the hollow laughter breaking through.
Sadly the night falls and the whimpers find
choking is best.

           Holding close to a tightly bound prayer
I hope. Sending chills of strength to entertain
me, here. Oh how to just allow the day to end.

           Settling down into blues and whites. Finding
the time to just be alone. Absorbing the qualities
of quietness.

            Indeed the questions linger but I must
roll over and send a whispers of good byes to the
deafening dreams.

            Tenderly I lay in tiny glimpses of offered
time. A possibility that is awakened when someone
really cares, really digs deep to find the
salted tears.

            Yet somewhere else in a nightmare, calm
is found. Opening the clarity and loosening the
words pressed inside.

            Yes I feel alone, but that cannot be. I
still cling. I still breathe. I still hope. By Jehovah
I still love.

          One day. One day the tears of silence will
find the voice. One day, some day. A dream
explodes.

           Find the pieces, hold me. Just once. You will
see I am real. I hurt. I cry. I love. Yet I endure.
All for now.