conscience

what is this- that lingers
in the pit of my heart
like an unblossomed flower
it reaches to the sky for its
individuality
to be revealed.
Uncovering each naked petal
like a vibrant being- so full
so bold in its claim upon this planet
yet fragile to the stem
and brittle in the wind.

what is this- which suffers
quietly in isolation
true in its voice but almost never heard
like a distant echo
forgotten
to your own understanding
of why you are living as the person
you are. And if you could,
who you would be.
this undoing of your barren determination-
doesn't it make your stomach turn
to realize you have only
lived for others and not
yourself

what is this- it believes
in the broken heart you thought
would never mend.
buried a mile deep in emotions
that could have left you forever
but didn't.
giving credence to your thick wall
of disposition. it resides intimately,
ultimately
in the clutches of your small hands
almost barely out of reach. but
do you see it
when it counts. or do you neglect
the truth of your existence.

will you blossom
will you suffer
will you believe
too

untitled

There is a beauty in your eyes…
a sudden smile you wore,
a softness in your sighs,
that I didn’t catch before.

There is a laugh when you rejoice…
and a confidence you allow
to a faith within your voice
that I hadn’t heard ‘til now.

Your alarming un-clichéd
charm- so easily cast,
I wonder how it strayed
my attention in the past.

And now that you are free
from our relationship itself,
I see that it was me
who had kept you from yourself.

untitled

I never thought the day would come
where your last word was- goodbye,
after all the laughs and sorrows
we had shared, just you and I.

Between all the cuts and bruises,
amidst every truth and lie,
could I have warned myself to leave you
before our relationship would die.

Could you look me in the eyes
and tell me you're not blind
to the fate that you have chosen
to leave me far behind?

So much affection we had known
in the times that we could find,
have you lost our precious memories
or erased them from your mind?

I never thought the day would come
where your whispers hushed away,
where your absence would leave a hole
in my arms- you could not stay.

And if I got my chance
what is there left to say
to prove that I had loved you
'till the end of everyday.

Could you hold me face to face
and still disagree
that your life had been much better
in the years that you've had me?

And if I had my way
how could I make you see
that my heart is locked in shackles
and you're the only key.