Breathing Life into Dreams

I used to call myself a writer.
I used to need to write
not for the finished product, but for the act of it.
Not because I needed to be heard, but because I needed to speak.

Because if we don't set them free,
how do we breathe life into
these dreams that we dream?

I used to write to exist.

Does that mean, that in the absence of inspiration,
that I was living half a life?
Because, in that time,
I. Loved.

I loved so big and with a force so strong,
that it carried me away.

I loved so much that I was lost.

So how do you write when your words are not your own?
When your voice is drowned out by the chaos,
the current
of a love that's not right?

You don't.
You don't fight the current,
you go along in the direction you are pulled.
And you wait
To be spit out by the sea.


And when you reclaim control,
collect your senses,
can feel,

you turn your back on chaos.
Make your way to a place of peace.

A place quiet enough to pick out
the whispers of new dreams.

A place where your voice has value.
Maybe even some magic.

A place to build a home.
At. Long. Last.

I used to call myself a writer,
but now I can see,

That I shape my life
with the magic
of my dreams.

The End of "you and me"

we ran free, you and me
a night under Christmas lights hung carefully from the trees
we held hands and were excited just to be together
finally
you and me

I don't want to count the moments
when the good ones were so few
I don't want to know the moment
when we lost it, me and you

because what we had, I never really knew
and wishing and praying never made it true

and I hate that you sit where you are
the miles between us never felt so far

but I can't move forward wondering
if you've any bridges left not burned
if you might lose the grip of the bottle, if you'll learn

if you will find a lover who would make you leave your shattered world behind
or if you'll make it back this time

what I want is peace
for you
and for me

but I can only work on me.

so save a portion of your heart
reserve it only for your new start

free of you and me