Pouring rains batter the old window panes, howling winds rattle weathered wooden window frames, thoughtful moments over open flames, bottles of red wine flowing through my veins,
Dark grey skies and fleeting lanterns in the distance, smokey maple embers fill the room with warmth and reminisce, thick woolen blankets and open true crime books, candle lit dinners of hearty winter soups,
Winter, my love, to some you are nothing but cold, however to me your yearly visits warm my soul
Take me in your arms so I may embrace you like the seasons, the scent of Spring surrounds you, the warmth of Summer your blanket, gentle as an Autumn leave falling, comfort like a Winter’s day morning,
All the beauties of this world, personified in your presence, embodiment of true love’s essence, your prayers filled with blessings for all things around you, so glad that I found you, the appreciation I will give you will astound you, heavens fallen angel, but even that could not ground you.
They who know heartbreak, know happiness just as pure, just as they who supplied the poison, have once supplied the cure,
Show gratitude to those who leave you beaten and broken, for now you see joy is smothered in honey, just as those that left you cold, motivate your days to be sunny,
Take lessons from the pheonix, as it rises from the ashes, it will find itself burnout again, before it brings wonder to the masses
Just another Sunday morning, reflecting on my regrets, where did I go wrong? My bedroom inside my head, is this how I’ve made my bed?
Should I blame others instead? Now carefully I tread, emotions hold but by a thread, yet the feeling that I get when I reflect is one of dread, fight or flight, which one is right? For when I fought I should have fled, maybe I would not have bled, for when I tried to lift my fists they felt heavy as though made of lead,
So where now do I turn? What bridges do I burn? How do I discern what to forget and what to learn? My emotions left to churn, I linger yet I yearn, this contradiction an affliction, are these the feelings that I earn? I’m on my knees, I beg and plead for all this to adjourn.
My trauma, my teacher, my motivational speaker, whisperer in my ear, most bias preacher,
Moulded in the harsh environments of life, blackened coal of pressure, suffering and strife,
My trauma, skilled sculptor, you have formed me in your image, with your patriarchal pressures, made part of thy lineage,
Talented builder, your walls hold firm in mind and heart, gatekeeper of vulnerability, your influence present from the start,
My trauma, heartless torturer, yet my best interests considered, cold and unforgiving, hands tied since the beginning
Your mind a treasure trove, your body a burning stove, your soul a peaceful land, love more bountiful than desert sand
I can’t help but stare into your eyes as they lead me on a new adventure, what an angelic presence, no conjecture, heart to heart, high blood pressure, let our spirits moan with the tone of a heavenly falsetto
Take my hand and fling me to new lands unknown, let us float through the stratosphere, swim the caverns of the deepest seas, dance throughout the galaxies and set our imaginations free, babe become as one with me
I saw all of your red flags, embraced your every flaw, you thought it would deter me, but it made me love you more
An open book of concealed codes and cryptic messagery, I hang upon your every word, your mind a gold mine to me
Your body a map of endless treasures, danger in graceful motion, I can provide it with endless pleasures, I give you my body’s devotion
So open up your heart to me, as I’ve opened mine to you, on bended knee I promise thee, our love shall remain true
Pandora Poems 