I just care too much?

No, that is no right at all.

I care just enough

I want to give up,

But you know I can’t do that.

I just care too much.

You are a canvas,

A place to paint my wildest dreams.

You are a blank slate,

Freedom to begin anew.

You are a fresh page,

Room enough for my poetic touch.

You are a line of music,

Harmonious with my own.

You are a thin brush,

Open to your own inspiration.

You are a sun,

Fueled by your own light.

You are a vista,

Much more than a shot.

You are waterfall,

Ever flowing with power, yet sweet.

You are a cherry blossom,

Light, yet impressive to the heart.

You are a song,

My song, complex and clear…

You are…

So much more than you may ever know.

We are unified,

In thought, heart, song and in choice.

You alone, my voice.

What you really want

Not what you don’t now, but

What you never will.

I am not well known,

but I’m important

Someone out there knows my name.

It’s not because I sing well,

Talk well, or dance,

Though I do fine, all the same.

I have a path brilliante,

That trails through the stars

Light, illumination, heals my scars.

I have a place somewhere,

I just have to glance around.

Looking toward the sky, not the ground.

There is an ache within me

That asks me who I am

Tied down by my remembrance,

The ashes stay my feet,

Darkening my sight

Muddling my reflection.

“Remember who you are.”

Echoes though my thoughts

A cacophony of voices

The rhythms bend and twist

My writing starts to fade…

I am.

I am…

I.

I am a spark.

More than a giant’s shadow

Or tree’s majestic shade.

I am…

Still figuring that out.

Forged in a star’s core

Burning with warm, brilliant light

I know who I am.

Tightly held pillow

Memories fading slowly

But no hug returned.

It is time for a longer verse

As the clouds in my mind get worse

Waiting for the rain to disperse

While saddled with a curse

Rhymes like this always seemed funny

Words laced with honey

With the grace of eggs, runny

Trying to make a sad song, sunny

It’s a joke, a disgrace

To assume a pace

Too quickly for a race

Too fragile a base

For a masterpiece takes love

Each stroke a mourning dove

A wake up call from above

To love…

To accept the challenges met

And those we haven’t, yet

To embrace the changes

Because they come

Ready or not, they’re here.

It’s nothing to fear, they said

As we looked unbelieving

Incapable of conceiving,

Of believing who we are…

Really

Not the clothes or the status

They say nothing about us

Truly.

For even the lowliest scum

Or flea-bitten bum can dream.

I’m sorry I’m quiet,

I just don’t know what to say.

It is harder now.

I know of the pain,

Recommending that we stop,

Set sail and change ports.

My sentences fall as

Insecurities censure

Every waking thought.

We are closing up,

Cementing our chosen ways.

Finding peace in ours.

Fulifilling our needs

For once, reaching to lift us,

Higher than before.

We are not your rocks,

Stepping stones to a future

We are vacant from.

No, we choose to speak.

We state in our eloquence,

We are so much more.

For we know too well,

Silence is surrendering.

Our free will is ours.