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The Adventure

The great unknown,
an ocean away.
Goodbyes and hellos
all in one day.

Traveling dreamer,
searching for peace.
Freedom at last,
a hopeful release.

The journey continues,
new stories are made.
Free to feel joy,
chains of debt paid.

A story is written,
each day a new page.
Full speed ahead
into a new age.

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Opening Night

There was a quiver of fear,
 of failure and of terror.
 The audience was out there,
 waiting like a lion, silent,
 eyes glittering in anticipation.
 A thin veil seperates us,
 reality and safety, 
two different things.
 Taking deep breaths, calming
 my very soul, flighty as it is.
 And then I take the plunge
 into the known unknown.
 For a moment, my heart stops;
 I feel completely faint.
 I am going to die, I know it;
 This entire thing was a mistake.
 And then I open my mouth
 and so begins the play.

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Spring Is Coming

The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.

Yet on day, the sun will return,
and the frailest plant will peek through.
What died in the bitter winter
will be reborn, redeemed, renewed,
revived for a purpose now unseen.
So for now, I will wait here in the ground.

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Wilted Rose

It was something beautiful,
 like a quickly budding rose.
 We found it among the thorns,
 struggling to reach the sunlight.
 We gave the flower so much care
 with soil and shade and gentleness.
 We watered the flower, so happily,
 almost too happily, too enthusiastic.
 We were a whirlwind, destructive
 despite all our best intentions.
 I think that the flower drowned.
 We just used too much water,
 and the flower quickly faded.
 We killed it.
 We, together, now have no purpose.

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Potentiality

A gift, a blossom not yet budded,
Potential for beauty or destruction,
Pure in intention and hopes so
Sweet, dances in the pouring rain
And tears mingling, joy and pain
Protected in one enclosing circle.
Cherished, precious words and glances
So gentle, touch of beating hearts,
A journey ended to begin
Anew, two roads becoming one,
Filled with landslides, rocks
And soft mossy patches too.
Equally unique and of one mind,
Giving by desire, not requirement,
Loyal until the sweetest end.

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Amicitia Funere

The music was somber and slow,
an old, out of tune pipe organ.
The lights were dim, and flickered,
the air heavy against my lungs.
My slow steps are silent, muffled
by the tear stained, worn out carpet.
It was just the two of us there,
standing on either side of the room.
Your eyes remain downcast, angry,
while mine burn stinging red.
We sit down, a suitable distance,
and fear speaking the first word,
for once we begin, it's the end.

"We are gathered here today", at last,
and so you stand, hands cradled
around a well worn box of memories.
I watch you stride to the front
and place the box in the coffin.
You stand back, still looking away,
and then it's my turn, at last.
My box is falling apart, duct taped,
and stuffed to nearly overflowing.
Gently, down beside yours, it lies,
and then we're nearly through.
The lagging music continues to play,
and as my heart begins to break,
we both leave the darkened room.
And that was the funeral of our 
friendship.

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Once Whole

Whole at one time,
but now scarred, broken.
Dreams are all faded,
reality shining through.
Constant, weary battle,
tears are shed for you.
Might I dream again,
be made beautiful,
renewed and joyful?

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Dreaming

As the sun fell, darkness rising up,
I lay my head down and dreamed;
Great marvels, dead memories given life,
New and fresh in the dreamscape.
A once friend friends again laughter
Of a weeper ringing in my ears
As a child unborn asked me to dance.
Then I was a child, unmarked by time
With flesh of soft butterfly dust,
Fragile to the dearest touch of love
So that love was kept at bay.
Onward in places unknown, yet familiar
Through nonsense feelings and colors bright
In kaleidoscopic, mismatching ways; a
Journey through my deepest, unseen soul.
Fire breathing leviathan, leather wings
Beating back my peace in hopes of panic, 
Teeth gleaming an eerie blue, calling me
To shrinking, trembling despair, transforming
And then I was a lamb in your arms,
The noise of all else fading away.

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Journey

After being shattered,
 torn apart inside,
 a hole was carved out of me
 and something in me died.
 
Our dreams, desires and hopes,
 so young and plentiful,
 all too quickly melted away,
 both of us feeling dismal. 

The time that then came after;
 so dark, unhopeful and bleak.
 The Heart could see no light,
 the body soon became weak.
 
A living, moving corpse,
 an empty, lonely shell.
 The Soul would drift, unheard from,
 locked in its gloomy shell.
 
But life is so persistent,
 and always will pull through.
 Subtle, gentle rays of light
 will once again shine true.
 
The pieces of Self are gone,
 and an emptiness remains,
 Yet the dark thoughts drip away,
 the Soul no longer in chains.
 
So Self must be reborn,
 clay in a potter's hands.
 Piece by piece, the hole is filled,
 done so with multiple strands.
 
Recreated little wonder,
 dance with Joy once more.
 Let your dreams regain their wings,
 and see what He has in store.

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I Miss You

Root beer; root beer floats.
Chocolate wrappers on the floor;
Christmas ornament stories.
Number names and Remington Steele,
golden days, Egyptian ways.
The camera: cold January water.
Noodle soup too hot to drink,
ice cream and coloured sprinkles.
A world within worlds.
Corner gas and sewing a onesie,
the laughter, nonsensical.
Rebellious, harmless games,
and "excuse my reach."
Talking, lights out, shushed,
and still, more laughter.
No siblings, yet twins.
Together. Sisters.
Memory upon memory like
layers of apple pie.

The wind changed, pictures
fly like crumbling leaves.
"Best Friends together,
For now, and Forever."

I miss you.