I want to write beautiful things
poems of moonlight kisses
and bumble bee stings
I want to write for you and me.
poems of love and wonder
and letting truth be.
I want to write like I've touched the sun
and came back burned
but still alive.
I want to write
need it to live
but none of the words I say
feel like they once did.
these things I am writing
do not fulfill
that desperate need I have
to write words that kill
that scream
that cry and weep.
words that love
and wish
and hope and dream.
I cannot find my voice again
now that I've lost it to him.
I hope soon I'll have the chance
to write as if I got
that one last dance
and never lost what I held,
so profound
and just say the things I have to say
in words and sentences that show
even broken hearts can find a way
to turn something tragic,
into beauty,
through all the dismay.
