Trapped beneath the weight
Of a crumbling heart
This tender soul
Can not bear any more
For love has walked out the door
Leaving me exposed in its wake
A raw undiluted canvass
Stripped of life
Stripped of passion
Saturated in the truth
That there is no place left
To call home


The Journey

This journey
In all its pain and glory
Is worth the thousands of petulant tears
That rest upon wind stroked cheeks
For each salty drop
My Reason

Memories boil to the surface
Waspish, relentless in their sting
Leave me gasping for breath
I endure each excruciating step
Because you walk beside me
But Never Forgotten

Your strength imbibes me
Offering invisible wings to carry me through
Your memory provides purpose
Reviving tired muscles
Invigorating a soul otherwise depleted
I remember
The reason

Too many stories linger upon parched lips
Few answers find those left behind
Death believes itself an art
Cancer’s an enemy that has cut us to the quick
But this band of warriors will not quit
We remember
The reason

Feet are a flurry of furious motion
Pounding against the pavement
Rain or shine passion drives our souls
To honor the living and respect the dead
To remember
The reason

Though the reason undeniably drives us
Providing strength and resolve amidst the storm
It’s the journey that forever becomes etched
like finite lines of ebony traced upon the heart
Through life’s ups and downs we become
Living, breathing
Works of art

My Ship Won’t Tip

Wildly flung through the air

Like volatile salty spray

Cast from rough and swirling seas;

I cling to every moment

So I won’t fall apart.


Images locked away

Like Da Vinci’s lost and stolen art;

Stored in secret catacombs,

Protected by the pitch black labyrinth

Creating the bowels of my mind.


Warmed by the brush of your hand

Here under the star kissed sky

Tires thrumming against wet asphalt

I’m met by a stark reminder

Of mortal consequences.


Hot tears flood the deck

Without speaking a word

Our hearts bow before it all

Yet, this moment…is right.


Moved by the truth to imitate Mona Lisa

The most tenuous smile graces supple lips;

With love on our side

Even in the darkest storm

My ship won’t tip.