The Wind doesn't need, A Breeze, Because, It Is

The Scariest Place, To try to Enter, Can Be Home, Because Not Felt, That Deserved, Or Understood, That Truly Belong There

It isn't the half of you, But the full you, At Home, In Their Heart

Phantom Hurting, Always Present, Yet Transformative, Is The Healing Of, Being Loved

a tragic loss, Might make room, For a better addition, But still will hurt, As never forgotten, Or replaceable, As Just A Transformation, To make for Better

It is impossible to decipher personal tastes. Delicious could be putrid, while beautiful could be ugly. Voices Matter to Inform

Is it Darkness? Or is it, Just eyes closed, Being too afraid, To Open?

To spend most of existence, Behind a closed door, Is missing, That An Open Door Awaits

When The Same Kind Of Different

When driving, Feels like, Crushing weight, Then, It is being, a passenger, That, Takes you, To All The Places, you have, Ever Dreamed, Of Going

The Most Difficult Part Of Patience, Is The Waiting

Guidance can be Scary, Until The Destination, Is Reached

You are not, Everyone's Cup of Tea, Because, You are Coffee

Beauty, Is What The Eyes See. Beautiful, Is What The Heart Sees.

One, Can not know the Future, Yet be Predestined, For It

Happiness is Multiplied, In the heart, You Protect

Hope is Seeing Light in supposedly Dark Places, as it is from others' cast shadow

The Hurting in Life, Is Inevitable. While Pleasure in Life, Should be, Intentional

Sometimes, A Heartbreaking loss, Isn't a huge gaping wound, But, a placeholder, To a more perfect fit

The Ties that Bind the heart, Protect it & keep it safe