Made something

It saddens me that I make paintings, write poetry and make jewelry to forget people in my life.

Magnificent are the pieces made and yet the question of did it help? Not really.

So there goes the issues of tears and hope. Distant prayers echo inside me.

Then the want to say something but walking away is easier. In some forms.

The mind laughs.  The realization that importance was only in my mind and heart. I was a fool.

The quietness echos and damages, some times. Yet the only ache I have is stomach and tears.

I cannot even begin to speak my words. Then I remain crazy and strange to so many.

Although Jehovah knows his daughter. My struggles I have. To bring others in is not going to be an option. I have learned lessons that I don't want to break in pieces again over.

Truly the hardest thing is loving and not getting same in return. Alas lessons of my life.

As I sit here after I made such beautiful pieces, knocking my elbow on a fixture I have to laugh at words of people.

Friends. I want my friend happy.  Yes. But did anyone begin to think my happiness is here. The joy I get is when my friends TALK to me?

Then the next is don't isolate yourself. Ha. I love solitude but with not many to expand thoughts with, after losing I have to be content. Not isolated just not bouncing either.

So pardon me if my poem reaches your heart. It's not my intention. But if you grow from it and learn more about me, please do say something.

Because I am tired of stops and starts.